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Chapter 98 Four Joyful Events (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

The video has been sped up to four times the playback speed. It has also been edited.

It took about two minutes to finish playing.

In those two minutes, everyone turned to look in Fang Ziye's direction, their expressions a mixture of shock and apprehension.

Those eyes and pupils seemed to be saying, "What the hell are these people in our year? How can they be so strong?"
However, because of her educational background and the amount of knowledge she had acquired, she possessed some basic manners and therefore did not resort to the unreasonable and offensive language of the market vendors.

Professor Du Xinzhan continued, "Here, I would also like to clarify something for all candidates. After the research publication catalogs of Xue Ruiqi and Zhou Fuyong were completed, our doctoral assessment team randomly selected two students to conduct a new SCI search with us. The final results are all in the SCI database and can be searched repeatedly."

"In addition, Fang Ziye's professional operation assessment was completed in the presence of the other 22 students who participated in the professional operation special program assessment in the same batch. Whether there was any favoritism or fraud in the operation process, and whether it was open and transparent, are all documented with signatures."

"However, I would like to clarify that our hospital warmly welcomes such outstanding trainees. If you believe you can pass these two special programs, you can still contact our department's teaching director unilaterally before March of next year."

"In other words, Associate Professor Tang, we welcome you to come back for these two special programs anytime. You can take the exam anytime and be admitted as soon as you pass."

“Even if we miss this time, our hospital can still follow the special program next year, but we can’t just record it as soon as it’s over.”

That's all I wanted to say. I wish all the candidates the best of luck in achieving their goals.

"This concludes the year's doctoral application assessment system. Thank you all for your hard work," Du Xinzhan said politely.

No sooner had Du Xinzhan finished speaking than someone raised their hand, wanting to speak.

Du Xinzhan immediately gave the signal.

"Professor, when will the doctoral exam results be released and when will they be made public?"

Du Xinzhan said, "The results will be released in January, and the announcement period will be in late January."

"Today is December 13th. The assessment will last for four days in total. However, over the next month, our team of doctoral examiners will review the exam results of all candidates and have individual conversations with each supervising professor."

"If we discover any instances of favoritism or deliberate targeting, we will not only punish the candidates but also the examiners. Therefore, you don't need to worry about fairness at all."

"In addition, our interview team will conduct multiple investigations and reviews of special scores to ensure that every score for every candidate is given the fairest and most rigorous evaluation."

When Professor Du Xinzhan said that, not only some of the candidates panicked, but even Tang Yi was slightly flustered.

Is it really appropriate to say such things in front of these test takers?

What if some people in this college really did manipulate the scores to deliberately raise or lower them?
You said it to my face.

"Alright, the assessment is over. Except for Fang Ziye, Xue Ruiqi, and Zhou Fuyong, all other students can go back and wait for news. We will notify you of your specific scores as soon as possible." Du Xinzhan waved his hand, and Tang Yi and the other staff members from the doctoral team began to disperse the crowd.

After everyone had left, Professor Du Xinzhan, still representing the Department of Orthopedics, inquired once again about the mentor preferences of Fang Ziye and the others.

Fang Ziye chose Professor Deng Yong from the Department of Trauma Surgery, while Xue Ruiqi and Zhou Fuyong chose a professor from the Department of Joint Surgery and the Department of Bone Diseases, respectively.

Du Xinzhan offered no advice on this choice.

Instead, after closing the door, he asked, "Rickie, Fuyong, you two will be working for our hospital from now on. I hope you can contact your supervisors in advance so that we can make arrangements for your doctoral studies sooner if you can come to the hospital early."

"Getting to know each other won't take up your vacation time."

"Ziye, Fuyong, why don't you two come have dinner with Ricky and me?" Du Xinzhan invited.

Xue Ruiqi is not stupid. Now that Du Xinzhan is the chief of orthopedics and holds great power, he will naturally choose Professor Du Xinzhan as his first choice when he goes to the joint surgery department.

Zhou Fuyong and Fang Ziye exchanged a glance and then agreed.

The meal was just a simple meal, and apart from Du Xinzhan, even Tang Yi wasn't invited.

At the dinner, Du Xinzhan didn't ask any questions related to his major or research; he only asked two questions: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

The answer is three single dogs.

Whether it's Fang Ziye or the two research giants, they devoted most of their time to the laboratory. Their girlfriends were at most just the opening of the petri dish, being used by them countless times with pipettes to accumulate their current knowledge and achievements.

The second question was whether they had offers from other universities, whether those would be better than those from Zhongnan Hospital, what their intentions and choices were, and whether they wanted to stay at Zhongnan Hospital to study.

To be honest, not only was Fang Ziye shocked, but Professor Du Xinzhan was also taken aback.

Xue Ruiqi applied to four universities through the application and assessment process, and unsurprisingly, he passed all of them, and they were all very welcoming. Zhou Fuyong had slightly fewer applications, only three, but the other universities he applied to were all better platforms than Zhongnan Hospital.

This answer gave Du Xinzhan a headache.

Neither Xue Ruiqi nor Zhou Fuyong, who had many options, expressed their opinions until the end of the dinner.

After they left, they returned to their respective schools.

Xue Ruiqi is from Central South University, and Zhou Fuyong is from West China Hospital of Sichuan University; both are very prestigious universities and platforms.

Fang Ziye dared not run away, and could only follow Professor Du Xinzhan all the way to the hospital.

Du Xinzhan then looked at his own people and said, "It seems that Professor Deng's choice was actually correct. No matter how much respect you show to exceptionally talented people, if they have better options, they will not choose Zhongnan Hospital as the best choice."

"The fundamental principle is to cultivate our own talent."

Fang Ziye was slightly taken aback.

Du Xinzhan then looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, you never thought about running away, did you?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Teacher Du, I think our college is quite good, and the teachers are very kind to me."

"Once you join the sect, it's like home. Unless something unexpected happens, very few people want to move."

"Work hard. Our hospital's trauma surgery department is a very good platform, no worse than other hospitals."

"Therefore, I won't try to persuade you to come to our joint surgery department. It's not that I don't want to. Hehehe." Professor Du Xinzhan looked at Fang Ziye with an expression full of appreciation and doting.

Otherwise, how can we say it? It's always best to be one's own people.

Fang Ziye guessed something. Perhaps, in the past doctoral re-examination process of this college, many talented people came and went but did not stay, which left a regret in the hearts of many teachers.

Students you train yourself will have a stronger connection to your institution.

It's just that the older professors may not have realized this.

Naturally, Fang Ziye didn't know what Du Xinzhan meant either. After receiving the final notification, Fang Ziye confidently sent a long message to his teacher...

With the doctoral application assessment over, things in the department got back on track.

Senior student Sun Shaoqing has entered the peak of his training, making a final effort to find a job. Meanwhile, senior students Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi, who are currently in their second year of doctoral studies, have temporarily set aside their time in the department, as they are about to enter their third year of doctoral studies.

The thesis proposal for doctoral graduation is approaching, around February. It must be submitted along with a reliability analysis, and doctoral supervisors will be invited to help assess the feasibility of their projects and whether they meet the minimum graduation standards…

Just a week later, when Fang Ziye broke through the 200 mark in his knowledge points, he overheard Yuan Weihong getting inside information that Jie Han had secured a school-level research project and that Yuan Weihong himself had secured a city-level research project.

Fang Ziye also improved his hemostasis technique to the point where he could break through the level of the training room that the doctor was targeting.

It can perform 60 hemostasis operations per minute with a success rate and accuracy of no less than 95%, which means that the error tolerance is only two or three times out of 60 operations.

This was only about twenty days after Fang Ziye last improved his incision technique.

Such a rapid improvement not only impressed Yuan Weihong, but also greatly excited Professor Deng Yong, who temporarily put aside the surgeries in the department and came to the training room to personally assess Fang Ziye.

After Fang Ziye finished the procedure, Professor Deng Yong smiled knowingly.

Although Professor Deng Yong's smile was slightly mocked by Professor Li Guohua, who came to watch, it did not diminish Professor Deng Yong's appreciation. He smiled and left the practice room with Professor Li Guohua.

His face was full of ingratiating intent.

Amidst smiles and laughter, Fang Ziye chatted happily with Yuan Weihong and Jie Han. He then turned to look at the operating table where Luo Tingzhu was and found that Luo Tingzhu was cleaning up the mess left after the incision procedure.

However, Fang Ziye's cutting technique had already reached this level, and with just a quick glance, he discovered that Luo Tingzhu's cutting technique had also reached the breakthrough requirement. However, no one cheered for her; most people were only looking at their own actions.

Before Fang Ziye could speak, Luo Tingzhu looked over, carrying a disposable bag of pork, and walked towards the trash can outside the door.

Yuan Weihong was currently flattering Yan Zhiming and the others, saying, "Treat us to a meal, you should treat us." "Thank you, thank you."

“Xiao Yi, you are also very good, but it’s a pity that there is another Xiao Yi who didn’t come. Otherwise, you two would be both outstanding.” Yuan Weihong kept bowing.

"Weihong's in a good mood, he's got three happy events in one go!" someone shouted.

Yuan Weihong subconsciously said, "Thank you, thank you so much."

Then his expression and tone immediately became serious: "Professor Xie."

It was Xie Jinyuan who spoke first. He had entered the training room at some point. He was a big shot, so we had to show him respect and not be too arrogant.

Seeing that Yuan Weihong's expression changed slightly, Xie Jinyuan said, "It's alright. Today is your special day. Enjoy yourselves and have fun."

"If Gong Ziming can be this outstanding, I will be just as happy."

As Xie Jinyuan said this, Gong Ziming quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Gong Ziming, why are you hiding? This is how it is. I told you when you first enrolled that you had to play a supporting role first. See? You see?" Xie Jinyuan said to his student as he walked in to congratulate Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Teacher Xie, but I think we may have overlooked something."

"Junior Sister Luo Tingzhu must have mastered the art of slicing pork belly!"

Fang Ziye's words caused Xie Jinyuan and Yuan Weihong's expressions to change drastically. After a slight pause, they quickly ran out of the training room.

As a result, Yuan Weihong caught Luo Tingzhu, who was about to leave quietly and get away from the hustle and bustle, and Xie Jinyuan, an associate professor, brought Professor Deng Yong and Professor Li Guohua into the practice room.

Each of the three men was carrying at least four or five pounds of pork, all of which was uncut.

"Tingzhu, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Come on, come on, hurry up and do it. Improving your strength is a good thing, and a big deal, don't do it silently." Professor Deng Yong said with a loving but slightly reproachful tone as he entered the room.

Luo Tingzhu was slightly flustered at this moment, but after seeing the encouraging looks from everyone, she began the incision procedure.

Luo Tingzhu's incision technique was more delicate and gentle than Fang Ziye's, but the skill level and the results were only slightly different. Fang Ziye estimated that Luo Tingzhu's skill level was around 105/500, which was comparable to his own. Therefore, under pressure, even with his delicate technique, he still failed on his first attempt.

But on the second attempt, it was a great success.

Professor Li Guohua then slapped him hard with his old hands.

"Okay!~"

Then she looked at Deng Yong, her eyes slightly moist: "Deng Yong, okay."

"That's really great."

His voice gradually became choked with emotion.

"Hey, Master."

"Professor Li, Professor Li," Deng Yong and the others quickly said to comfort him.

Why did you suddenly start sobbing?

Then, Li Guohua spoke up: "Before the 20th century, our hospital was an affiliated hospital of Hubei Medical University. At that time, we were not yet an affiliated hospital of Wuhan University. Back then, we were really quite different."

"We can't retain our staff."

"Back then, the dental clinic was a little better..."

When Professor Li Guohua worked there, Zhongnan Hospital was still Hubei Medical University, which wasn't highly ranked and naturally didn't have a very good student body. At that time, the dental hospital was just average, but the related departments of Zhongnan Hospital were developing very slowly.

Seeing the abundance of talent in his department and the increasingly outstanding students he has mentored, he is filled with emotion.

People who haven't experienced those kinds of changes might simply not be able to understand.

But Professor Deng Yong knew that when he was a student in the 1990s, even a strong department like orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital was quite average...

“Master, things will get better and better from now on,” Deng Yonglian comforted him.

However, Li Guohua was naturally not sad, but gratified. In any case, the department is now full of talented people.

With the atmosphere so lively, Professor Deng Yong and Professor Li Guohua felt obliged to treat everyone to a meal, so they held a grand joint celebration.

During this time, Professor Deng Yong and Professor Li Guohua naturally took the lead, with Yuan Weihong and Xie Jinyuan accompanying them.

After lunch, Yuan Weihong immediately arranged dinner, treating everyone himself and bringing his wife and daughter along, finally getting to experience being a teacher.

The dinner had barely begun when Yuan Weihong asked Fang Ziye to close the door. While rubbing his hands together, he said, "Wife, come on, let me formally introduce you. This is Fang Ziye. He's pursuing his doctorate and will likely have a good chance of staying at the hospital in the future, but he still needs to work hard."

"This is my first student."

"This is Jie Han. He's started getting research projects this month. His progress is faster than Ziye's before, and he writes very well."

"This is your teacher's wife, the most beautiful woman in the Fruit Lake community..."

No sooner had Yuan Weihong finished showing off than he was kicked by his teacher's wife. Even his daughter, Xiao Qi, imitated his teacher's wife, saying in a childish voice, "Let's see you show off!"

Fang Ziye and Jie Han couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yuan Weihong roared angrily, "You rebellious daughter, you're not even as good as my student!"

"Mommy, what does 'rebellious daughter' mean? Is it an insult?" Little Qi is only three years old and in kindergarten.

"Don't listen to your dad, he's just talking nonsense." The teacher's wife quickly cupped Xiaoqi's ears and gave Yuan Weihong a reproachful look.

Of course, jokes aside, Yuan Weihong was genuinely happy and drank quite a bit more.

Seeing that the drinking party was in full swing, the teacher's wife couldn't bear to disturb them. She knew how difficult it was for Yuan Weihong to build a small team, and that Yuan Weihong had to wait in line if he wanted to be a teacher.

After settling the bill, the master's wife said, "Ziye, don't let your master get drunk."

"Don't worry, Madam, we've switched to bottled water. We're just having a token drink."

"Please be careful on your way, Madam." Fang Ziye hurriedly saw her off.

When they entered the private room again, Yuan Weihong was making plans for Jie Han's postgraduate studies: writing articles, practicing in the studio, and working in the laboratory. Jie Han could directly prepare the necessary resources and experience for staying at the hospital.

With Jie Han's current research capabilities, he is absolutely certain to succeed in the Onion Research Program, and even a comprehensive impact factor of 90 would be within his reach.

After Fang Ziye entered, his gaze sharpened slightly as he said, "Master, I have a suggestion to make."

"Tell me what you want, and as long as your master can do it, he'll definitely help you." Yuan Weihong was really into it at this point.

Fang Ziye's tone was calm: "Master, I think you should compete with Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan for Tianluo, because according to the previous rules, Junior Brother Jiehan is your student this year, and next year it should be Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan who supervises graduate students."

"But Tianluo, my junior brother Jiehan and I both agree that it would be better for him to join our small research group."

Jie Han nodded: "Master, yes, we must try to get Tianluo. If possible."

Neither Fang Ziye nor Jie Han had the power to poach talent; only Yuan Weihong could lead the attack. How to persuade Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan and Professor Deng Yong depended entirely on Yuan Weihong's abilities and skills.

Yuan Weihong touched his forehead; he wasn't actually drunk. His tone was melancholy: "You two really put your master in a difficult position. These are the rules, and they can't be broken."

"Even if you get a grant from a national-level research project, it's too late."

"But?" Jie Han felt regretful and anxious.

"I'll think of something..." Yuan Weihong sniffed.

"After all, talent is still the most important resource."

(End of this chapter)