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Chapter 88 Envy is Unattainable (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye quickly moved his buttocks back: "No, Teacher Li, definitely not."

“Teacher Li, you must think highly of me to have talked to me like this. I know that much, otherwise I wouldn’t have dared to make any requests to you.”

Fang Ziye's anxiety subsided.

"How's your progress in the training room right now? Are you facing any difficulties?"

"It's alright, take it slow. The main thing is to practice more. Your basic skills are still a little lacking. Once you've mastered incision, debridement, and hemostasis, I'm thinking of doing some specialized procedures like osteoplasty and bone flap design," Fang Ziye hinted.

In other words, if we're talking about comparing myself to the first training room, these are all I'm missing; I've already cleared the rest.

"Take your time, there's no rush. You're currently only a master's student. Go for your doctorate, work, complete your residency training, and become an attending physician. Take it one step at a time, be steady and solid, and you'll definitely have a bright future."

"If you need anything, please let me know." Professor Li then took his first sip of tea, sipped it, savored the taste, and then stroked his chin.

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes slightly before saying, "Teacher Li, I do have a small request, and I hope the teachers can help me out."

Professor Li's eyes widened upon hearing this.

Fang Ziye was really being hypocritical after getting the benefit, but since things had come to this point, he said, "Go ahead and speak."

“Professor Li, I feel that there aren’t many opportunities for hands-on practice in hospitals right now, and all of our doctors will need grassroots work experience in the future.”

"Professor Li, as you know, there are more opportunities for minor surgeries in prefecture-level or county-level hospitals. I originally planned to sign up for the Doctoral Service Corps, but I heard from my senior colleagues that such Doctoral Service Corps is basically just going through the motions and doesn't have any substantial content."

"I also asked my professor if I could gain some experience at a county hospital or a prefecture-level city hospital during my doctoral studies, but he said he doesn't have that authority right now and isn't good at facilitating such a connection. So, Professor Li, if you could give me that opportunity..."

"I might have a faster chance to meet your first requirement."

Fang Ziye wasn't simply negotiating terms; he was also giving Professor Li something to look forward to.

"Are you telling the truth? If I help you find a place to go and gain experience, you'll improve very quickly? Are you confident in that?" Professor Li put down his teacup and looked at Fang Ziye seriously.

The teaching style at Seoul National University is very open.

In Wuhan, Hubei Province, there's a saying: "Play at Wuhan University, study at Huazhong University of Science and Technology."

At Seoul University, as long as you don't fail any courses, you can do whatever you want. But if you're good enough, even undergraduates can give you research projects.

(This is true, not the author bragging. When I was interning in gastroenterology, one of my supervising teachers asked me to do a clinical data analysis of esophageal perforation. She provided me with the data and asked me to analyze it! Damn, I was so naive back then. I told her I wanted to go to surgery later, so I refused. Later, after I found out the truth, I was really regretting it.)
(Among my classmates, some outstanding individuals had already accomplished a great deal in clinical practice during their undergraduate studies.)
"Teacher Li, absolute confidence is definitely an exaggeration, but I think there may be significant progress. As you know, clinical procedures and practice room procedures are different."

"Furthermore, my professor and I have already discussed our research plan for my doctoral studies..."

Fang Ziye couldn't make demands casually; doing so would inevitably lead to oversight. However, Fang Ziye outlined some of his pre-prepared plans, including the conservative progress in basic experiments, meaning that he was confident he would graduate with his doctorate.

However, during the doctoral period, you will be very busy, but from the master's to the doctoral period, in addition to doing basic research, there are actually some other things you can do.

If I can get some grassroots work experience beforehand, in a compliant and lawful way, then when I'm moving from intermediate to senior level, I won't have to do the same kind of counterpart support work as my teacher.

If Fang Ziye acted impulsively without prior planning and preparation, and leaving Fang Ziye behind would delay his studies or graduation, Professor Li would definitely tell him to go to sleep.

However, Fang Ziye is now almost like writing a research proposal. I have prepared everything, but I am just one step away from the final step. I need to focus on my professional expertise, so please give me this opportunity.

"Let me ask around for you and try my best."

"After all, I've been retired from clinical practice for so many years, so whether my words still carry weight is another matter. If that doesn't work, I'll have to ask Professor Deng for help," Professor Li joked.

Professor Deng Yong is currently a professor of trauma surgery and the vice chairman of the Trauma Surgery Group of the Orthopedics Branch of the Hubei Provincial Medical Association. His words certainly carry weight, but if Professor Li were to intervene, it would be impossible to gain any grassroots experience.

It wouldn't be a problem if Fang Ziye were currently working at a municipal-level hospital in Wuhan.

"Thank you, Professor Li. However, this is just my hope, and I don't necessarily need to have this opportunity. You don't need to go to any special trouble, Professor Li." Fang Ziye stood up and bowed to Professor Li.

Do not put pressure on Professor Li.

However, Fang Ziye did not put any pressure on him.

He and Professor Li ended their conversation at 8:47 AM. Professor Li left the department at 8:52 AM, and then at 8:56 AM, he received a precise reply.

The director of the trauma surgery department at Enshi Central Hospital said that he welcomes Fang Ziye to come and study and exchange ideas, and is willing to propose, under the guise of inter-academic exchange, that Dr. Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital be stationed there for a period of time to help Enshi Central Hospital with its basic orthopedic research.

Is this some kind of nonsense?

Fang Ziye is still a little confused.

Eun Central Hospital is another clinical college affiliated with Seoul National University. Some master's students from the Seoul National University School of Medicine go there to pursue their master's degrees, but there is no doctoral degree program there.

Ba County is a county under Enzhou, while Enshi is a prefecture-level city and the capital of Enzhou.

This arrangement is the most appropriate.

Fang Ziye clenched his fist, carefully examined his request, and felt that it was in his best interest.

It is quite obvious that the rate of acquiring knowledge in clinical practice is higher than that in experiments, and even higher than in outpatient clinics. Therefore, if one can go to a prefecture-level city hospital where there are more opportunities to practice, one can exchange and learn for a period of time.

The speed at which I learn new knowledge may not be as fast as the previous two days when the attending physicians and chief resident doctors were feeding me like crazy, but it certainly won't be less.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Ziye discussed this matter with his teacher.

Yuan Weihong was both amused and exasperated, saying, "It's a good thing, but you really dare to make such a demand. Do you even know what you're going to call Professor Li?"

"Grandmaster Uncle." Fang Ziye carefully examined the title.

My grandmaster is Professor Chu, and Professor Li is Professor Chu's senior. Calling him Grandmaster Uncle or Grandmaster Uncle is pretty much the same thing.

"You still dare to ask him to do you a favor? You're the only one who dares to bring it up. I wouldn't even dare to."

"Grandparents really do love their grandchildren more!" Yuan Weihong sniffed on the other end of the phone, his tone slightly sour.

"No matter what, the result is good. Being able to gain grassroots work experience while studying will be of great benefit to you in the future."

“However, your schedule during your doctoral studies is already very tight. How do you plan to manage your time?” Yuan Weihong asked.

"Master, isn't Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing planning to defend his thesis in December?"

"Do you think I can also apply to the college for early defense now? As long as the defense announcement is made a month in advance, I think my master's thesis is almost ready."

"In this way, the defense can be completed around January, and the residency training program can be completed in March."

“From April to September of next year, that’s exactly six months, and then I’ll start my research plan after I enroll in the doctoral program…” Fang Ziye spoke very cautiously.

"What kind of research plan are you going to come up with after the semester starts? You should have already completed some of the basic experiments for your PhD graduation!~"

"You anticipated this, didn't you?"

"At your pace, you'll definitely be able to complete all the basic research for your doctoral studies by March next year." Yuan Weihong was speechless; he had never seen such a shameless student. Good heavens, he'd already done more than half of the research before even applying for the grant.

Before even enrolling in my doctoral program, I had already completed more than half of the basic research experiments for my doctoral studies. Moreover, the results were already in before I even wrote my doctoral research proposal.

Fang Ziye had a clear understanding of the money in his own fund.

He needed money in one hand, graduation in the other, data to publish papers in the other, and he had almost completed the basic requirements for obtaining a doctorate.

"Isn't this about preparing in advance so we have more time to do other things?"

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely finish all the basic cell experiments on giant cell tumor of bone with metformin and HK2 by December."

"Around January, I should be able to finish studying the effects of mRNA on osteosarcoma and HK2, including the correlation between metformin and mRNA and HK2. In February, I will start animal experiments, and the results should be available in about 42 days."

"Then we'll stain the tibial plateau tumor and the subcutaneous tumor, send them for gene sequencing, and then do a cross-sectional study of the five internal organs of nude mice to confirm that metformin and mRNA silencing have no effect on the organs. After that, we can pretty much conclude the project."

"The impact of miRNA on mRNA will depend on new research funding; otherwise, we'll run out of money." Fang Ziye was truly meticulous, calculating every penny of the research project.

"You've already said it, what can I say? Should I tell you it's amazing?" Yuan Weihong retorted.

Fang Ziye immediately understood and asked, "What, Master? What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please repeat it?"

"I said I'm going to beat you up!" Yuan Weihong cursed, completely ignoring Fang Ziye's words.

Fang Ziye then asked seriously, "Master, how many papers or how much work does Qianqing need to prepare for her dissertation defense?"

"I don't know, it's whatever amount. Don't worry about my affairs, just focus on doing your own thing."

“The more you do, the more our research group will benefit. With you doing this, your junior brother Jie Han, who is already good at writing papers, will have even more papers on basic experiments piled up on him.”

“Sigh, Jie Han is luckier than you. With a senior like you, Zhu Yunwen and his graduating class are really unlucky.” Yuan Weihong began to speak of Versailles.

There's no way around it; Jie Han's own research is outstanding, and he writes a whole series of technical articles.

Now that Fang Ziye has done so much basic research, it's no problem for him to publish at least three basic papers. At the HK2 level, he might only be able to publish one Q2 paper, but if he adds metformin and goes a step further into mRNA, then the workload will be much greater. Publishing more than ten basic research papers in Q1 is not impossible if the data is good.

Because the workload is what it is.

"Master, the atmosphere in our research group is something others can only envy..." Fang Ziye continued to flatter, while also looking forward to how many knowledge points he would have if he could finish his current research project quickly, spend all the money from Yuan Weihong's Youth Fund, and convert it into knowledge points.

In this way, Fang Ziye can conduct a statistical analysis, which is a knowledge point, to determine how much RMB it is equivalent to in basic experiments.

This is also a research mindset...

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

When Fang Ziye was hosting a welcome dinner for his classmates Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei who had just returned from the company's annual meeting, Li Yuanpei wiped his eyes forcefully and asked, "Brother Ye, is this for real?"

"You're a real dog. What can I say to you? You're so stupid, you idiot."

Slightly overweight and rather honest-looking Xiong Jinhuan nodded emphatically: "Brother Ye, I also think you've made a wrong choice. Actually, going to the hand surgery department would be a better solution if there's a greater chance of being admitted to the hospital."

"This time, Professor Deng has made it clear that our trauma surgery department will not be recruiting this year. Senior student Sun Shaoqing can only try his luck in other provinces after his graduation defense. He might go to Yunnan Province."

"It's still very difficult to stay in the hospital."

"So, who will our department recruit this year?" Fang Ziye asked, his expression turning serious.

"Based on the senior students we've been in contact with at our hospital, it's likely that it's Zhang Yue, who chose to stay at the hospital for his third year of doctoral studies in joint surgery."

"Of course, there may be unexpected events, but even if there are, Senior Brother Zhang Yue will definitely stay in the hospital. Senior Brother Zhang Yue has already broken through the first training room of joint surgery and published two basic articles with an index of eight to nine points."

"Even a senior who had returned from studying abroad was defeated by Senior Zhang Yue."

"Two foundational articles? Really?" Fang Ziye was quite surprised.

This is way too curly!
"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang Yue's basic research paper plus bioinformatics analysis is indeed very ambitious. Although the workload of basic experiments is not much, the addition of bioinformatics analysis has increased the workload considerably."

“Although bioinformatics has deviated from the general trend, judging from the current situation, it still won’t work.” Xiong Jinhuan wiped his forehead.

Li Yuanpei then said, "So, Ye-ge, how much of a thing have you given up? What if it were me?"

"Sigh!" Li Yuanpei gave a wry smile.

Xiong Jinhuan comforted him, saying, "Brother Pei, you just got a job at Zhongshan Hospital. The platform there is better than our hospital. Once you graduate, you can find a job easily, right?"

“Yes, Brother Pei.” Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

Yes, Li Yuanpei finally received his first doctoral offer this time, it seems to be from the Fifth Affiliated Hospital of Sun Yat-sen University.

Li Yuanpei retorted, "We're all foxes, why are you playing these ghost stories with me?"

"What's it like to go to a new platform? Isn't Luo Tingzhu's example a perfect example?"

"Brothers, I'm not complaining, this is just the truth. Where is there a better place to be than staying at home while wandering outside?"

Even if things are difficult in the research group, if Li Yuanpei can secure a PhD spot in the institute, his senior colleagues will share some money with him to do basic experiments. He won't have to wait or apply for funding himself.

This was inevitable; we've known each other for years.

However, people like Luo Tingzhu and Li Yuanpei joined midway through, so where would they get any money to share?

All research groups have relatively insufficient funding, unless they are top-tier experts or industry giants who say, "My funding is plentiful, you can use it as you like."

"Brother Pei, it's good to have the opportunity to study. Things don't always go as planned." Fang Ziye patted Li Yuanpei on the shoulder to comfort him.

Li Yuanpei glanced at Fang Ziye and nodded. He neither disliked nor hated Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's opportunity to pursue a doctorate has nothing to do with him. Moreover, Fang Ziye is not having an easy time either. Even if Fang Ziye were to study under Professor Deng Yong, he would not receive any money. Only after Luo Tingzhu gives priority to him will they consider giving Fang Ziye some money for experiments.

If it weren't for Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye might not even have been able to graduate with his doctorate.

Of course, Li Yuanpei still applied for the doctoral application assessment of his own institute, and whether he can succeed in the end is still unknown.

Xiong Jinhuan will be under less pressure, as his teacher has already made it clear that he will be accepted as a doctoral student and will certainly not go back on his word unless a miracle occurs.

But how many of these divine weapons could directly defeat Xiong Jinhuan?
The three men raised their glasses, and although they were drinking beer, they still seemed to be enjoying themselves quite a bit.

After finishing the drink, I walked back, smelling the slight fishy smell of the river, and couldn't help but hum a few tunes softly.

Although he was already twenty-six or twenty-seven, he was still a student who hadn't yet entered the workforce, so he naturally retained some of his youthful vigor.

After each person has secured their own future, they can neither envy nor relinquish what they have...

(End of this chapter)