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Chapter 91 Acting Out of Orders to Show Off (First Update, Please Subscribe)
"Master, is what you said true? Or are you just giving me a warning?" After ordering, Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong sat facing each other at the four-person table by the window, while Jie Han sat obediently next to Fang Ziye, holding his belly and listening attentively.

But Jie Han's eyes were unusually restless, constantly glancing at his teacher Yuan Weihong's expression and his senior's profile, trying to gauge whether he should say something.

Jie Han also did not doubt that Fang Ziye's abrupt question was mainly because Yuan Weihong's suggestion was too outrageous.

Yuan Weihong told Fang Ziye to wait a while, before the doctoral application assessment interview and the shadow assessment on December 10th, to show off in front of the other 'contestants'.

(Note: Generally speaking, except for some top universities, the application and interview time for doctoral programs is around February and March of the following year. This article is written to provide a smooth narrative and is slightly earlier than usual. It is not intended to elevate Wuhan University's status, so please do not nitpick on this.)
Yes, they used the word "pretentious" (装逼), but expressed a similar meaning through other words.

"Of course it's true. Otherwise, why would I bring this up with you? Just kidding." Yuan Weihong touched his forehead and then realized that when he put his four fingers together, even with the upper edge of his index finger aligned with his hairline, he still couldn't touch the upper edge of his brow bone.

This caused his expression to change slightly, but he couldn't go look in the mirror to check his hairline for the time being.

He simply took off his right hand and pointed to the table: "Our medical school's clinical college generally has two special programs. One is the technical route, also known as the high-precision technology program; the other is the research route, also known as the 'Onion Research Program'."

"The High-Precision Technology Special Program refers to the program that allows master's students who come for doctoral application assessments to be directly admitted on the spot if they can meet the exit requirements of our hospital's master's stage training room, regardless of their subspecialty."

"Take you for example. You'll be following this plan, which is very difficult. In the last two years, our orthopedics department has only recruited one person. Now he's in the sports medicine specialty, and his career prospects are very good."

"This is the standard for the technical route. The standard for the research route is that if a candidate can score more than 25 points in total based on all their publications (limited to clinical and basic research SCI papers) during the doctoral interview, they will be directly admitted on the spot."

"The value of these two is basically equivalent."

Fang Ziye clicked his tongue slightly upon hearing this, while Jie Han beside him stiffened his expression slightly.

As if noticing Jie Han's expression, Yuan Weihong added, "The second one is basically just for show. No one is willing to release such outstanding scientific research talents. So there is another standard for the Congyan Program: regardless of the nature of all papers, as long as the comprehensive impact factor reaches 90, they will be admitted on the spot."

For research papers, achieving an impact factor of 25 or higher across all categories, even the sum of those factors, is extremely difficult.

Just like the basic articles Fang Ziye published before, they were almost all the output of Yuan Weihong's skills during his two and a half years of hospitalization and treatment. Although due to time constraints, he did not do a particularly large number of basic research projects.

But even with this, the impact factor is only eight.

Within three years of a master's degree, practically no one except academically-oriented graduate students can reach this standard. And which university or research group would be willing to let such a prolific academically-oriented graduate student go?

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's gaze sharpened slightly, and he asked, "Master, according to your logic, even outstanding professional reserve talents who can meet the skill requirements of the master's level training room are not willing to be released, right?"

Yuan Weihong leaned back and nodded: "That's right!"

That's why I let you go.

Fang Ziye: "..."

At this moment, Jie Han roughly understood Yuan Weihong's meaning: "Master, is the department and hospital arranging this to give the newcomers a warning? Like when we were interviewing, Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing..."

Jie Han didn't continue, but Fang Ziye looked somewhat bewildered.

The step that Jie Han is talking about now was not included in Fang Ziye's master's re-examination.

"Ruzi can be taught."

"You've finally figured out the meaning behind that part of the interview you did in March."

"Of course, that was a couple of years ago. We couldn't find suitable recent undergraduate or master's graduates, so for on-the-spot performances, we had to find people from among the PhDs."

“But this year is different.” Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye with a smile.

This step was introduced the year before Jie Han took the postgraduate entrance exam, after the expansion of master's enrollment. It was not included in the year Fang Ziye took the exam.

The main purpose is to warn the newcomers, to let them know their limitations, not to be too arrogant, and to tone it down. The ceiling of PhDs in Zhongnan Hospital is something you can't even touch, so don't be arrogant.

Just because you're from West China Medical College, Huashan Hospital Clinical College affiliated with Fudan University, or Kyoto University, you think you're so great? If you're so great, why don't you break down this training room?

The interviews for master's and doctoral programs at Seoul National University also attract some undergraduate or master's students from some good medical schools. After all, compared to the number of undergraduates, the number of master's students admitted each year is very limited, and the same is true for doctoral students, whose admission quotas are based on the number of recent master's graduates.

Instead of having PhD students directly criticize their classmates, it would be better to let them watch their competitors completely crush them. This would help them stay focused, maintain their diligence, and prevent them from becoming arrogant after starting their studies.

As Fang Ziye's teacher, Yuan Weihong felt particularly proud if his student played such a role.

Furthermore, this public appearance won't provoke any resentment or jealousy from professors. After all, it's a united front against external forces, meant to show those who failed the interviews that our hospital is top-notch, hoping to attract some exceptional talents to apply...

Fang Ziye nodded, but did not reply.

Yuan Weihong continued, "What's different this year, Ziye, do you know what it is? It's because you can perform 'mysterious' operations that other PhDs can't."

"Many knowledgeable medical students have certainly witnessed tail artery suturing during their internships or master's studies, but at that time it was usually performed by associate professors or senior attending physicians."

"What if, suddenly, someone their own age appeared before them in this way?"

Yuan Weihong is now somewhat looking forward to that kind of scene.

Fang Ziye's suturing skills are beyond the reach of most senior attending physicians, including those in hand surgery. In trauma surgery or other subspecialties, it goes without saying that he himself doesn't possess this level of skill, nor has he trained in this area.

Fang Ziye had also experienced a similar reprimand. Jinshi Medical University was a very good medical school in Jinshi, and there were many outstanding students there. Fang Ziye was also reprimanded once before he started his internship in his senior year after finishing his junior year.

However, at that time, I was in a situation like a rat, being wielded by others with sticks.

Now, to be transformed into a stick, and to be another participant in the same field—the impact of such a transformation is indeed considerable.

Fang Ziye touched his nose slightly, secretly raising his eyebrows to observe Yuan Weihong's expression: "Master, didn't you teach me to be low-key?"

Yuan Weihong nodded calmly: "Let me teach you another principle."

"Before you have the strength, admitting defeat to others is being low-key. After you have the strength, admitting defeat to others internally is being humble, but admitting defeat to others externally is being an idiot."

"Be humble in your personal life, but ambitious in your work. The department has assigned you to do this, so what are you hesitating for? Give it your all, and consider it as if you can do what others can't. That's why you can pursue this special program, while they can only watch helplessly."

"Alright, this is a task assigned to you by the department. Whether you agree or not, you have to do it."

"The reason I'm telling you this is because Director Du Xinzhan has already arranged what kind of challenges you'll face on the day of your re-examination."

"Of course, on that day the patency rate of the reconnected artery will be lowered, not to more than 99% as required by hand surgeons, but only to 90%."

"You don't have much exposure to specialized skills like vascular suturing, so you can't sew that well, and you don't pay attention to the specific details of vascular suturing. But it's not difficult to roughly suture a blood vessel and barely meet the standards of hand surgeons in many prefecture-level city hospitals."

"Boss, can we start serving the food now?" Two waiters came over with the dishes, one holding a plate and the other asking the question as a formality.

Yuan Weihong stopped there, his words urging, "Serve the food! We're starving!"

This wasn't the first time Yuan Weihong had said such a thing. Fang Ziye even remembered that when Yuan Weihong was eating hot pot with him before, the waiter was slow to serve the food, and Yuan Weihong had said something like, "If you don't serve the food soon, the fish will start swimming in this pot."

This was perhaps one of the teacher's little pleasures, so Fang Ziye never interrupted at this time. "Boss, your dishes are already being cooked, they'll be here soon..." The waiter brought out the first dish with both hands and then apologized and left.

After discussing the important matters, Yuan Weihong, in a good mood, started to tease Jie Han, mainly asking, "Jie Han, what are you planning to do about your girlfriend?"

As for your senior's dating life, I've never worried about or inquired about it since he arrived. Jie Han buried his head in his rice and started shoveling it down...

After the dinner ended, Yuan Weihong happily wiped his mouth, hopped on his electric scooter, and rode off.

Jie Han was a little doubtful: "Senior brother, am I really considered ugly?"

"No, didn't you see that Master was just joking today?"

“It’s true that you’re not good-looking, but a man has to earn his living through his own abilities, and you are a capable man.” Fang Ziye patted Jie Han on the shoulder to comfort him.

“It’s still ugly.” Jie Han rubbed his forehead.

"A man with money is handsome from head to toe."

"You can write articles and conduct research projects. I estimate that after you submit the records of your published papers to the hospital at the end of this year, you'll receive quite a few rewards!" Fang Ziye continued to comfort him.

"See, giving your girlfriend money is fine, right? Breaking up if things don't work out is also fine, right?"

"You can use these two models to date many girlfriends with low-frequency interactions."

Fang Ziye was also in a good mood. The skills he had learned in the operating room had been unable to be put to use, but now he was releasing a little bit of them, though he only dared to use them on Jie Han.

This was a bit of a convoluted statement, and it took Jie Han half a minute to process it.

He pointed at Fang Ziye and said, "Senior brother, you seem to know this great sword technique so well?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye quickly admitted his mistake and immediately shut Jie Han's mouth.

"Damn it, this is Han Street, full of young people. Jie Han's shout alone drew the attention of at least six people around him. They looked Fang Ziye up and down, their eyes and brows showing knowing smiles, as if they had found kindred spirits."

After walking in silence for about 180 meters, Fang Ziye finally asked, "Jie Han, have you submitted your research proposal? When will we get the results?"

December is the peak season for university-level research grant applications. Although Fang Ziye's group chat didn't issue any notices, a group of first-year master's students in his department were discussing it. However, in the end, only two people dared to apply.

To apply for a research project, you must first ensure that you can complete it and have the capability, and you also need to have preliminary research and the professor be willing to invest in it.

Aside from the younger mentors, the students of other senior professors are basically like wild animals at this time.

These professors can't even feed their own doctoral students, so where would they find the time to do preliminary research for master's students' projects?

"It's already been submitted. Whether it will succeed or not is up to fate; there's nothing we can do about it. My master said the amount of money isn't much, and he won't bother using his connections to inquire about it."

“But I estimate that with your abilities, Senior Brother Fang, the proposal and preliminary research you write will definitely bring in the money.” Jie Han patted his stomach, as if he had found confidence at this moment.

"Are you bragging about how many articles you've published? In this batch of first-year graduate students, all the students from all majors combined probably wouldn't be enough to beat you, right?" Fang Ziye directly carried Jie Han onto the sedan chair.

Jie Han has only been enrolled in his master's program for four months, and he already has more than five papers to his name, including the one he's working on. Who would dare challenge him?

"No, senior, I really think your preliminary research is more than enough. I'm almost ready to add a paragraph like that at the end of my project."

"Hurry up and give me the money, I'm just a little short." Jie Han said, while squeezing his little finger.

"I can publish articles if you pay me."

Fang Ziye turned his head and cursed, "Writing it like that is just asking for a beating. Although all the words mean the same thing, you just can't write it like that directly."

“All the research proposals, whether they are the cited literature, the preliminary research, or the resume of the project leader, all express only one meaning.”

"Give me the money, give me the money, and my project and research direction will be completed soon. I have all the preparations, all I need is the money."

"Therefore, generally speaking, the higher the platform, the larger the laboratory and university it relies on, the easier it is to win the bid, and that's the reason."

Although Jie Han is good at scientific research, he has no experience in writing and preparing research proposals. Fang Ziye is now very well prepared, so he gave Jie Han a few words of encouragement.

Jie Han then joked, "Senior, the doctoral research proposal you submitted to the hospital is practically a walking research grant proposal, isn't it?"

In the doctoral application and assessment system, one of the most crucial documents, besides academic degree certificates, is the research plan for the doctoral program. This document must be written, printed, and submitted.

It mainly depends on your current basic research foundation, what you plan to do during your doctoral studies, and what you are capable of doing.

Naturally, your abilities will be reflected in this tender document.

If you conducted basic experiments during your master's studies, you have basic research and preliminary experiments to write about. If you didn't conduct basic experiments but have written articles related to basic experiments, you can piece together your writing by guessing and using a large number of article reads.

If you don't have any solid foundation in writing, or even any experience in writing basic articles, then you can only write nonsense, and you might not even be able to make sense of basic logic.

This is not meant to scare you.

There's one thing that can't be told to outsiders: Fang Ziye's outstanding performance during his master's studies led to him helping Yuan Weihong compile the application materials for the doctoral program, which was also being processed by the application-based master's program.

Among them, what Yuan Weihong needed to organize and summarize was the research plan section of different applicants. So, in the past few days, Yuan Weihong had spent a lot of time pointing to these research plans and speculating on the true abilities of some of the "absolutely just there to take the exam" candidates.

The most outrageous ones are those that are completely incoherent, copied from who-knows-where, and carelessly forget to delete the words "lung adenocarcinoma." Tell me, who wouldn't shake their head when they see a research plan like this during their doctoral studies?

Naturally, such a number of people are relatively small, and it is unknown whether these applicants will actually participate in the re-examination.

"It's not that exaggerated," Fang Ziye said with a smile, not completely refuting the claim.

"At least I wouldn't dare to walk around in front of others."

Fang Ziye added that there was really no other way; in terms of writing skills, he couldn't surpass his junior brother Jie Han, and in terms of data analysis, Lan Tianluo was probably the grandmaster.

Fang Ziye could only barely maintain his status as a senior student by keeping a tight rein on basic experiments, grant applications, and clinical procedures.

Although Fang Ziye had told Jie Han before that lying down was actually comfortable, Fang Ziye was not a person who liked lying down at heart.

I prefer to take the initiative myself.

Of course, Fang Ziye is also happy to be passive occasionally, such as being fed articles or feeding others a second mouth with his own.

Jie Han didn't refute anymore, and felt much better.

Sometimes, being able to excel in front of your senior brothers without fear is a kind of happiness, much more comfortable than being far ahead of your peers and not daring to speak freely for fear of hurting their aspirations.

(End of this chapter)