top student at medical school

Fang Ziye did not do anything extremely foolish, and the meeting between Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye naturally became a relatively simple master-disciple relationship.

After the meal, Yuan Weihong personally took Fang Ziye to Professor Wang Ou's home.

When I went out again, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the night was filled with the glow of stars.

As the year draws to a close, a chilly wind blows through Han City.

Yuan Weihong smoothed his flowing hair: "Ziye, from your master's perspective, I think you're a bit arrogant."

"But from a surgeon's perspective, I actually admire your decisiveness."

"Being able to retire gracefully and live a real life is at least a kind of freedom."

"It's just that we, and people at Professor Wang Ou's level, won't spread rumors, but others might say a few words..."

Just ignore it.

The surgical system is both large and small. Anecdotes like Fang Ziye's would certainly not be easily spread outside, but they would probably be used as "talking points" internally, something to be considered elegant for a while.

Fang Ziye nodded and also adjusted his collar.

Professor Wang Ou's house has heating, so wearing a down jacket would be a bit hot. Fang Ziye unbuttoned one button of his shirt, and a cold draft blew in. Fang Ziye felt goosebumps rise on his collarbone.

"Master, let them say what they want. Who doesn't get talked about by others?"

Good and evil depend on one's heart; right and wrong depend on people.

"Besides, I'm actually surrounded by 'good people' and 'benefactors' right now. I can't expect everyone to flatter me for no reason. What's the difference between that and the Emperor's New Clothes?"

Ultimately, the reason is that I didn't prepare adequately beforehand!!!

"Although I have delayed for a long time, it is not enough time for me to complete the surgery without regret."

“Master, actually, I have made ample preparations just to improve the patient’s function. I have estimated in advance that after my surgery, the patient should be able to have some sensory function and a small amount of motor function.”

"But that's not enough!!!"

"It's a pity I got back a little late; it would have been better if I had gotten back half an hour earlier."

Life is unpredictable, and the higher you climb, the colder it gets.

With no one to discuss the matter with and no one willing to engage in such nonsense with Fang Ziye, he had no choice but to walk away alone.

This loneliness and desolation can only be borne by oneself.

"Go home... I have to see patients tomorrow..."

"You deliberately chose Tuesday, kid. Are you used to Tuesday clinic hours?" Yuan Weihong patted his chest, feeling particularly pleased.

Fang Ziye is now entitled to choose his clinic day at will, but he chose Tuesday, the same day as him, as his clinic day.

"Correct!"

"I've been used to it for so many years, and even if I open clinics on weekends for a few months, I can't change it all at once."

Tuesday was fine.

"Goodbye, Master."

"Oh, by the way, Master, when you go back, please tell your wife that Uncle's functional impairment is slightly better than I expected."

"After this period of rehabilitation, there's no need to worry too much. Amputation is definitely not going to happen. The question is, how much function can be regained after the surgery?"

"I can't really give a direct answer, but I will definitely do my best," Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye is, after all, just a human being, not a god, and cannot control or foresee everything in advance.

Recovery is a personal process that varies from person to person.

When Fang Ziye's wife and father were admitted to the hospital, it was determined that he would most likely have to have his limbs amputated, but after treatment, there was hope of saving his limbs.

Now, after more than twenty days of recovery, the body's life instincts have far exceeded Fang Ziye's expectations, which is a good thing.

I believe you.

"While we can't say to outsiders that you're invincible nationwide, we both know the truth about this matter."

"To put it bluntly, in terms of surgical skills alone, who in the entire field of trauma surgery in China can rival you?"

“While your master finds it unbelievable, he’s not that ignorant,” Yuan Weihong replied calmly.

In short, I believe you.

"Mastering the craft" and "national-level" are no longer sufficient to fully describe Fang Ziye.

Yuan Weihong had anticipated this fact six months ago and certainly found it unbelievable, but after more than half a year, Fang Ziye hadn't revealed any signs of Photoshop manipulation, so it became a fact...

It took Yuan Weihong a very, very long time to process this matter.

Although Professor Deng Yong is more adept at 'scheming,' his skills are not to be underestimated. His trauma surgery techniques have reached the highest level below the national level, just one step away from mastery.

But this final step has trapped far too many people for their entire lives.

The level of a national champion is like a chasm, shattering all illusions of comparison between ordinary people and geniuses.

Whether they are geniuses or ordinary people, the most they dare to covet is the skill level of a national champion. As for the mysterious realm above the national champion level, is that a realm that humans can reach?

Yuan Weihong believed it was impossible. Because no one had publicly stated that they had ever reached that level, not even a renowned senior orthopedic surgeon, or a well-known professor in surgery, had ever described it.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare to peek.

Or, some might use the word "perfect" to describe it, but perfection is relative...

The master and disciple parted ways without much lingering resentment.

After dropping Yuan Weihong off at his apartment complex, Fang Ziye took a taxi back home.

Traffic in Wuhan was still relatively smooth around 9 a.m., and Fang Ziye arrived at the new hospital campus at 10:20 a.m.

Although it was getting late, Fang Ziye still dared not give up his "habit," which was to go back to the department and check on the recovery of the post-operative patients.

The patient who underwent the first surgery was the last one Fang Ziye visited, and in fact, the one he was most worried about.

As soon as Fang Ziye entered the ward and turned on the light, the patients and their families in the three beds all stood up and greeted him with smiles: "Professor Fang, you still came today. We all thought you weren't coming."

It has become a consensus among all patients that Fang Ziye will conduct a postoperative check-up for each patient.

But if a patient isn't checked on, it shouldn't cause a commotion.

Postoperative rounds are the surgeon's own choice, not an obligation that the surgeon must perform.

Once the surgery is over, the outcome is already set. Even if the patient returns for a second surgery, it will only be for repairs and cannot change the result of the first surgery.

"You two can be discharged tomorrow, and the stitches can be removed before the New Year so you can go home for the family reunion?" Fang Ziye said with a smile, looking at beds 7 and 8.

As the year draws to a close, the postoperative results are quite good, exceeding the expectations of both patients and their families, who are naturally in high spirits.

"I will follow Professor Fang's instructions. Today I was able to walk around the ward with my crutches."

“Every step I took was my own!!” Beds 7-9 are all male patients. The patient in bed 7 is a middle-aged man who is close to sixty years old. He looks excited at this moment.

For people like them, walking is divided into walking with their hands supporting them and walking on their own two feet.

Previously, it was impossible for her to lift her feet and walk, otherwise she wouldn't have needed to come to Fang Ziye for functional reconstruction surgery.

"That's a great recovery, keep it up!"

"But remember to control the duration of your workout and avoid sweating too much and getting an infection, which would be counterproductive."

"Your current functional rehabilitation mainly focuses on strengthening the active contraction of muscles."

“Once your muscle strength catches up, walking, sitting, and lying down will become natural.” After giving the two a unified reply, Fang Ziye went to bed number 9.

The patient in bed 9 had surgery but no further procedures were performed, and the monitor was removed long ago.

At this moment, only his son-in-law was with him.

Tomorrow morning the kids have to go to school, and my wife and mother-in-law each have to take one. In addition, my father-in-law just had surgery and has difficulty walking, so we need someone strong to watch over them. That's why it's his turn to keep watch at night.

Both of them stared longingly at Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang!" The old man managed a weak smile.

He also realized that this surgery would probably not be beneficial and would not improve his function in any way.

"Hmm, how are you feeling? Does it hurt?" Fang Ziye asked.

The old man's eyes were silent. He glanced at the patients in the two beds next to him, then said in a low, self-deprecating voice, "Professor Fang, if I were to say that I actually wish for more pain, would you think I'm being a bit dramatic...?"

It's hard for most people to understand the "pain" of losing all sensation!
I feel no pain, no touch, and not even numbness; it's as if I've completely disappeared from a certain segment downwards.

It's still there, yet it feels like a disconnected state, not truly belonging to oneself—

No, it won't!

"But pain is a very unpleasant physical sensation, not the kind of experience that modern medicine advocates. If possible, I hope that all of you can enter and leave the hospital without experiencing pain."

"But this is the ideal state, and it may take many more years of technological development to achieve."

“Uncle, your situation is quite complicated. I mentioned this when I saw you at the clinic.”

"So, we didn't do too much in this surgery; it was to lay the foundation for what's to come."

"There's no rush... we can only wait..."

Fang Ziye took a half breath as he said this: "Although I know that saying this will make you panic and feel uncertain."

"But when you decide to treat spinal cord injury-related functional impairments, you should already be prepared that it will be time-consuming, labor-intensive, and expensive."

"There's nothing I can do about it. I can help you save some money on medical expenses, but I can't save you time..."

As paraplegic patients with spinal cord injuries and their families, they are very concerned about this issue.

The old man's son-in-law said, "Professor Fang, please don't worry. It may be a long wait, but my parents are just asking you for help."

"But some information we found online shows that some people abroad undergo stimulation therapy for up to six months..."

"We're just anxious."

"Professor Fang, you haven't completely extinguished our hope, and we are very grateful for that."

The middle-aged man, who seemed undecided, glanced at his father-in-law and said, "As for the expenses, Professor Fang, you don't need to worry. Just use it as you see fit; we'll handle it ourselves."

The poor do not seek treatment for serious illnesses.

Paralysis caused by spinal cord injury is something that people with limited financial resources would never come to the hospital for.

Money wasn't what they cared about most.

"Professor Fang, since you haven't kicked me out, I'll stay here until you've made up your mind." The old man smiled and pretended to be a rogue.

……

As Fang Ziye left the ward, he looked at the ceiling of the stairwell.

There are no lights!

Family members are people, and people make up the diverse aspects of this world.

The family members are also different.

While the incidence of medical disputes is indeed high these days, it cannot be assumed that everyone involved is unreasonable.

Just a doctor, in a lifetime of practicing medicine, will encounter too many patients and their families. If he encounters one or two difficult ones, he may be worn down for several years.

If you encounter one or two more extreme cases, your life will be completely ruined...

Is getting sick really their fate?
At that moment, Fang Ziye closed his eyes tightly.

However, Fang Ziye soon realized the truth and his mind became completely clear.

The moment Fang Ziye decided to end the surgery, he was prepared to face all sorts of trouble. The current outcome has exceeded his expectations, which is for the best. Fang Ziye doesn't want to be entangled in any more trouble...

After all, it was an unprecedented disease, and the patient did not die, nor did the condition worsen further due to Fang Ziye's surgery. It seemed that the family and the patient had no reason to cause trouble.

……

Perhaps it's because I've done something wrong that my attention is both scattered and focused.

The next day, Fang Ziye put on a mask while waiting for the elevator after exercising.

He buried his head in his phone, scrolling through messages, scanning for any key information he might have missed.

He continued replying to his parents' chat.

Fang Ziye's parents asked if he wanted them to come to Han City to spend the New Year with him, but he said no, he would bring his daughter-in-law back on New Year's Day.

“But this year our Chinese New Year will be postponed to the 30th again,” Fang Ziye typed back.

Fang Ziye is from an ethnic minority, and every year they celebrate the Lunar New Year a day earlier.

In years where the Lunar New Year falls on the 30th of the twelfth lunar month, the actual Lunar New Year falls on the 29th. In years where the Lunar New Year falls on the 29th, the actual Lunar New Year falls on the 28th.

However, the current holiday system means that these ethnic minorities are destined to be unable to return home on time for their 'traditional New Year'.

Fang Ziye is currently in charge of a new ward and only started his job this month. It's impossible for him to take leave to go home in advance. On the contrary, Fang Ziye needs to come over early to take care of the three shifts he is responsible for.

Just then, Fang Ziye's ears suddenly perked up.

A young man was lecturing another person: "Others can gossip if they don't understand, but you're a surgeon, so you shouldn't just parrot what others say on this kind of thing."

"Professor Fang's skill level in trauma surgery is far superior to yours. Whether it's the hospital director or any of the heads of surgery, they all say that his skill level is no less than that of anyone in our surgery department."

"He even called a halt to the surgery, shouldn't you be more curious about what kind of surgery it is?"

"You can't even perform surgery at this level, and you're laughing here?" The young man reprimanded, already carrying his 'student' or subordinate up the stairs.

The sound faded away.

Fang Ziye was stunned when he heard this.

Hmm, so the rumors circulating now have become like this? It's quite unusual...

Fang Ziye was hesitating.

Even with his head down, he was recognized: "Professor Fang, good morning? Is it too early?"

Fang Ziye looked up and saw it was Associate Professor Zhou Mingyu from the Department of Thoracic Surgery. He shook his head and said, "He's gone to his department."

Good morning, Professor Zhou.

Zhou Mingyu approached and put his hand on Fang Ziye's shoulder: "Professor Fang, I admire you."

"One dares to venture forth, the other dares to retreat!"

"Daring to venture is a kind of courage, and daring to retreat is a kind of charm." "Yesterday, I was scolded by my teacher for no reason, and then Director Hong sent a message praising Professor Fang."

"Compared to this, I really feel ashamed!"

Zhou Mingyu is a student of Professor Hu Xuenong in the Department of Thoracic Surgery. He is currently an associate professor, but not the most outstanding one yet, as he is still apprenticing under Professor Hu.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled slightly: "Brother Yu, is Associate Professor Tang Jun from your department about to be promoted to full professor?"

Currently, among the three chief physicians leading groups in the new hospital area, Professor Hu Xuenong and Professor Wu Liang are only associate professors, not professors.

However, Associate Professor Tang Jun, who leads the group, and Associate Chief Physician Tang Jun are more likely to be promoted to full professor ahead of schedule.

Zhou Mingyu nodded: "Brother Jun is amazing. After graduating with his doctorate from our hospital, he spent four years at Jinshi Cancer Hospital and seven years at Peking Union Medical College Hospital before returning in 21 years."

Surgery is both about seniority and not about seniority.

Professor Tang Jun is still quite young, only forty years old this year, but after traveling around, his academic and professional level has increased explosively, and he has recently made a strong comeback.

He is now the executive deputy director of thoracic surgery. If it weren't for Associate Professor Hong Zili still being able to keep him in check, he probably would have already surpassed all the senior professors.

This resume bears some resemblance to that of Liu Huanglong, a hand surgeon.

"Professor Tang is very capable. When do you have time, could you please introduce me?" Fang Ziye said.

"Sure, Professor Tang, you've actually admired Professor Fang for a long time. You even asked me to sound you out before."

"But it's not appropriate for me to pass on the message..." Zhou Mingyu immediately nodded in agreement.

Professor Tang Jun's resume is certainly impressive, but compared to Fang Ziye's, it's not impressive at all.

Two years ago, Fang Ziye was specially appointed as an associate chief physician and associate professor by the National Health Commission after graduating with his doctorate.

Although there was an unexpected incident last year that caused some discrepancy in Fang Ziye's doctoral graduation date, this discrepancy does not affect Fang Ziye's true level of expertise, and the National Health Commission endorses Fang Ziye.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Fang Ziye will soon be promoted to professor and chief physician, and no one will dare to obstruct him.

A 34-year-old professor and chief physician?

This resume is only possible in the early days of China when people were promoted out of turn. How many people could have such a resume today?

Even Professor Xiao, who is known as the youngest chief physician, started university at the age of fifteen, was promoted to senior professional title at the age of 29, and became the youngest chief of cardiac surgery in the country at the age of 32...

Fang Ziye is now the director of orthopedics...

"Brother Yu, you've set me up, that's not fair of you," Fang Ziye said with a smile to Zhou Mingyu.

"Just kidding. Professor Fang, you can decide on the time I ask you to make an appointment." Zhou Mingyu's words were certainly exaggerated, but there was definitely some truth to it.

……

After getting off the elevator, Professor Han Yu from the Department of Cardiac Surgery also stepped out of another elevator and faced Fang Ziye directly.

"Professor Han!" Fang Ziye greeted him; this was another Brother Yu.

The 12th floor is the combined floor for vascular surgery and orthopedics, and cardiac surgery is now crammed together with vascular surgery.

"Good morning, Professor Fang." Han Yu glanced at Fang Ziye from head to toe.

Then he said, "Professor Fang must have had a good rest today, so he should be in better condition."

Well, it seems Han Yu heard a different version.

Fang Ziye guessed that someone had spread the rumor that he had stayed up too late the night before last, so he was not in good condition yesterday, which is why he turned the patient's door on and then off.

"Professor Han, has that ICU patient been transferred to your team? Or has hepatobiliary surgery been transferred to?" Fang Ziye quickly changed his question.

The patient Fang Ziye rescued has been returned to the ICU, but will definitely be transferred back once his vital signs stabilize.

"He went to the vascular surgery department because he developed a vasospasm."

"Professor Fang, I have to say, you're really amazing to be able to save someone like this."

"I'd like to learn from you, but I don't know if you still accept older students like me." Han Yu's gaze was calm, and his tone was solemn.

Han Yu, as an associate professor of cardiac surgery, is currently leading a cardiac surgery team in the new hospital area and is in charge of everything.

I really love this kind of technology.

This patient's life was full of twists and turns; each time he was on the verge of death, Fang Ziye managed to pull him back from the brink.

Such technology is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

"Professor Han is joking. Even if I were incredibly audacious enough to accept it, would a cardiac surgeon dare to hit me?"

"It's good that the patient is back!" Fang Ziye didn't take Han Yu's words seriously.

Fang Ziye can't teach Han Yu.

Furthermore, he wouldn't teach him. Once Han Yu has mastered the basics, he'll naturally learn. If his basics aren't there, Fang Ziye can't teach him either.

Han Yu said, "No matter what, Professor Fang, your skills are still top-notch."

"Don't take the gossip of outsiders seriously."

"The innocent are innocent; don't bother arguing with laymen..."

"Thank you for reminding me, Professor Han. I won't." Fang Ziye calmed down.

Fang Ziye didn't care about what other surgical colleagues in the hospital said, since none of them were gossiping.

Those who understand will understand, and those who don't will only get more confused the more you explain.

Han Yu smiled and said, "Professor Fang has finally come down from the heavens to the mortal realm in person, so how could he let these rumors disturb his peace of mind?"

"It is already spotless."

"We look forward to Professor Fang's next ascension to immortality."

Han Yu's words were different from Zhou Mingyu's in the thoracic surgery department, sounding somewhat childish.

Men are young until they die.

The so-called authority and unsmiling demeanor are all just a facade when facing a select few.

Unless someone is sick, there must be a few people who can be made to tear off their outward disguise and say strange, inappropriate things.

"Brother Yu, please stop teasing me. I'm not actually that aloof."

"Alas, human strength has its limits."

"That's all for now, time to eat." Fang Ziye pointed in the direction of the department.

……

Tuesday's tasks include ward rounds and scheduling surgeries for Wednesday.

After Fang Ziye finished his rounds, he took Feng Junfeng to the outpatient clinic. As Fang Ziye left the department, Hu Qingyuan kept turning back to look at him, her gaze somewhat like that of a 'girl' looking at a fickle scumbag!
Fang Ziye then led Feng Junfeng and asked, "Junfeng, haven't you had time to read the book yet?"

"Your film viewing practice shouldn't always be limited to web pages."

Upon hearing this, Feng Junfeng's gluteal muscles twitched, and he immediately turned his head away: "Master, I didn't!~"

"Yes, it's because we wasted too much time practicing before," Feng Junfeng explained through gritted teeth.

Feng Junfeng's talent wasn't that great; he practiced for too long in the training room in order to give Fang Ziye a belated 'birthday present'.

People who aren't naturally gifted can only improve their skills by putting in the time and effort.

Having devoted too much time to one skill, the improvement of other skills naturally suffered.

"Okay, no rush. Follow along with me a few more times today. The most important thing is to grasp the principles I've compiled for you."

"Let's follow the proper order first."

"Lesions, structure, anatomy, layers..." Fang Ziye explained in detail.

Time flew by, and more than three hours had passed.

Fang Ziye looked at Feng Junfeng with a puzzled expression.

Actually, Feng Junfeng's ability to interpret medical images is quite good, so how come he made such a big mistake during the consultation?
Fang Ziye stopped Feng Junfeng, who was about to call in the next patient, and asked, "Junfeng, were you under too much pressure during the consultation, so you weren't relaxed enough? That's why you were nervous?"

Fang Ziye personally assessed Feng Junfeng's skill level, not just what he demonstrated during the consultation.

Currently, it seems to be at a top-tier level 2, very close to level 3.

This capability is certainly sufficient for routine consultations.

Upon hearing this, Feng Junfeng immediately tensed up and averted his gaze: "Master, I have a bit of test anxiety; I get very anxious before exams."

"It's always the same."

"Actually... it was before my professional skills assessment last year." Feng Junfeng hesitated before continuing.

Test syndrome is when you usually get 140 points, but during the exam you get 110 or even less than 100.

The most common example is some high school students who usually have excellent grades, but when they get to the college entrance examination, their grades are terrible.

Many people believe that the students' grades were obtained through cheating, and some even say that they are like dog meat that cannot be served at a formal banquet.

Before Feng Junfeng officially became his student, Fang Ziye did not have a thorough understanding of him. Later, Feng Junfeng went to Enshi Sanatorium and entered the research area, and Fang Ziye did not have time to understand his clinical abilities.

"Try to resolve it slowly. If you really don't know how to resolve it, just think, even if the sky falls, will you still call for help?"

"With your master still alive, what are you afraid of?"

Even if the consultation is wrong, your master will still double-check it.

“Lan Tianluo is not the same as before. He is now the chief resident, so he won’t have a thorough understanding of your various abilities. He will only look at your actual combat strength.”

“You don’t need to be afraid of him!” Fang Ziye said.

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts.

Not everyone is an unreasonable genius like Lan Tianluo, who can obtain level 4 skills during their master's and doctoral studies.

The chances of finding two geniuses like Lan Tianluo and Luo Tingzhu are extremely high, even if they are one in ten thousand.

Feng Junfeng is currently only a doctoral student, but his ability to have a level 2 top-tier, close to level 3 film viewing level already makes him one of the best at his age, and he has a lot of room for growth in the future.

They should have the opportunity to stand out in their youth.

"Yes, Master!"

"I'm mainly afraid... afraid of causing you trouble, Master."

“You’re so tired…” Feng Junfeng said.

"So you're afraid and won't bother me anymore? Fear won't solve anything; only fearlessness can."

"Even if the sky falls, your master will hold it up. If your master can't hold it up, your grandmaster and even your great-grandmaster are still alive. What are you afraid of?"

"I remember, this isn't an exam, you have a phone."

Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye felt that he still didn't understand his students well enough, at least not as deeply as he had about Feng Junfeng as he had about Hu Qingyuan.

He didn't care how Feng Junfeng got the job or whether he had a chance to pass the "specialized professional skills assessment" before the doctoral exam. He didn't pass, and that was the result.

They're still a bit blinded by a single leaf.

I can't entirely blame myself for not being careful enough; I had too many things to do.

Perhaps, if I had promoted him slightly before his assessment, Feng Junfeng could still be receiving special subsidies now.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

"Okay, Master."

"Actually, I just want to do better."

"After all, Master and Junior Brother are both so outstanding. If I were to hold them back too much, it would damage the prestige of our sect."

"The more anxious you are, the more chaotic things become."

“Brother Yao is a little bit better than me.” Feng Junfeng’s tone was slightly dejected.

"Not necessarily. Tian Yao was previously under the tutelage of Professor Zhang Yue at West China Hospital, and the resources he enjoyed were completely different from yours."

"The fact that you can still be on par with him means that your talent is better than his."

"Tian Yao's potential has been completely exhausted in that kind of team."

"But you haven't yet."

"Go call the next patient. It's almost the end of the year, so let's try to issue fewer hospital admission certificates..."

However, Fang Ziye ultimately failed to achieve his goal.

In the afternoon, Fang Ziye once again turned down Hu Qingyuan, who wanted to come to the outpatient clinic, and together with Feng Junfeng, obtained a total of thirteen hospitalization certificates.

Quite a few people come to him for treatment. There are even some strange cases with mild symptoms, all of which Fang Ziye treats.

It was 6:32 PM.

After escorting a patient out, Feng Junfeng turned back and said, "Master, you can go home now."

Fang Ziye did not respond, but instead looked at his phone carefully.

As Feng Junfeng approached, he became curious about what Fang Ziye was looking at.

Fang Ziye suddenly looked up and saw Feng Junfeng standing on tiptoe, so he handed him the phone: "Go ahead and look if you want. Anyway, you were involved in this to some extent."

Feng Junfeng picked up his phone and his pupils dilated suddenly: "Master, you really received it?"

"Only two weeks?"

Fang Ziye's article was indeed accepted by CAA and is planned to be published as a clinical trial article.

Wow, an impact factor of over 500! How will the school reward us for that?
Does the reward automatically drop based on the IF (Instant Payout)?

“The submission cycle for SCI papers can be very short.” Fang Ziye stood up and stretched his body.

"Ah~~~, today is a good day. Let's call Hu Qingyuan and Tian Yao together, and our little sect will go out for a celebratory meal," Fang Ziye instructed.

As a small business owner, he certainly has the right to take his "family" out for solo business.

Articles from top-tier medical journals!
This is every medical student's dream, even if it's not highly regarded in the industry, those who can publish it are at the very top of the field.

With this article as his foundation, Fang Ziye's path to becoming a Level 2 Professor and then a Level 1 Chief Physician was a sure thing, and there were no other factors that could influence it.

Aside from Fang Ziye's own self-destructive actions. (End of Chapter)