top student at medical school

Chapter 112 My World (Please Subscribe)

After taking the photos, it was already around 11:40.

When it was time for lunch, Professor Deng Yong personally took charge, and together with Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, they picked up the entire dissertation defense committee.

Yuan Weihong led everyone in the group to the restaurant, but Fang Ziye and the others took taxis to wait there.

Because Yuan Weihong had prepared a lot of good wine in the trunk, which was all Professor Deng Yong's private collection. Professor Deng Yong said that he would give Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing the bill at the original price, but at present, Professor Deng Yong did not clearly indicate the price.

Upon arriving at the dining venue, Fang Ziye waited there with Jie Hanlan, Tianluo, and a group of fellow disciples.

Several doctoral students had already gone in to serve tea and other refreshments.

Since they have come from afar, we must do our best to be hospitable to them.

Among those present, the most senior were Li Yuanpei and Fang Ziye. Li Yuanpei smiled slightly and said, "Brother Ye, the professors who came to the defense today said that your acknowledgments were the best they had ever seen."

"I didn't expect Brother Ye to have such a writing style!"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Actually, it's just something I felt compelled to say, and it doesn't really have any literary merit."

"My master is very good to me."

Fang Ziye tilted his head and explained, "Of course, Teacher Deng and the others are also very kind to me."

Li Yuanpei nodded: "I used to think that being a student was not easy, but later I gradually realized that being a teacher is also quite difficult."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes flickered a few times, and he thought to himself, "Could it be that Professor Deng Yong hasn't told Li Yuanpei about the other preparations he will make after he retires?"

Fang Ziye initially thought that Professor Deng Yong was somewhat wronged by being demoted.

However, please note that if Deng Yong truly intends to pursue a position as a Yangtze River Scholar, then the position of ward administrative director will be a distraction for him. After all, Professor Deng Yong's prior resume isn't particularly impressive enough, as he didn't receive the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars award.

This means that their initial foundation is relatively weaker than that of their peers. Under such circumstances, if they don't hand over their miscellaneous tasks, they will definitely have no chance in the evaluation.

Professor Deng Yong remains a professor, a full professor, and a Chutian Scholar. However, if he wants to advance further and become a Yangtze River Scholar to enjoy special allowances, he will have to put aside his ambitions and forge ahead with all his might.

Although it is an empty title, it is still an honor. If we want to further promote the development of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital, we must move forward in this way to get more resources and build a better department, and even enhance the reputation of Zhongnan Hospital in the country to a certain extent.

Since Professor Deng Yong didn't hint at anything to Li Yuanpei, Fang Ziye naturally didn't want to waste any more words.

Soon, Yuan Weihong drove over.

This is a small courtyard, so there's no need to park underground.

After Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo got out of the car, they looked at the seven or eight people packed in and couldn't help but laugh: "Why are there so many of you? Where do I get so much alcohol?"

"There were only about a dozen bottles in total."

Li Yuanpei replied first: "That's perfect, Brother Wei. If we each open one bottle, we can carry it in."

Fang Ziye also entered the room with two bottles in his hands.

As they walked further in, even Qin Geluo, who was Wei Ge's colleague, gave up his seat with Yuan Weihong to Fang Ziye.

The other junior disciples all started moving at a "runaway" pace, with Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye at the very back.

Yuan Weihong, empty-handed, glanced sideways slightly and asked in a somewhat sullen tone, "How was the defense?"

Fang Ziye's lips twitched: "I felt like I'd lost half my life. I can't believe such a question even comes up in a master's thesis defense. I'm speechless."

"Yes, we didn't expect that before, but later, Professor Zheng Tonghui explained that after your defense, he treated the process as a peer exchange. After all, the content of your research was slightly more extensive than that of your senior."

Fang Ziye could only smile sheepishly and nod sheepishly.

Fang Ziye has now accepted it calmly, and even when facing Yuan Weihong, he no longer dares to say that he didn't do it.

Yuan Weihong added, "Professor Wu from Peking Union Medical College Hospital even asked Professor Zhang and Professor Deng if they had any ideas about granting you a doctoral degree out of turn, but Professor Deng refused."

"Huh?" Fang Ziye was taken aback and asked, "If you're awarded a doctoral degree ahead of schedule, what about pursuing a doctorate?"

"I don't know. If that happens, the situation will be very complicated. You will only be able to transfer to a direct PhD program and will not be able to get a master's degree certificate. Moreover, your residency training experience will also be affected. It's completely unnecessary."

"So Professor Deng rejected it on your behalf, and I'm just letting you know."

"Okay, Master."

"Drink less later."

"Okay Master."

……

A thesis defense signifies that one's academic level has reached the level of a master's degree, and as long as one passes, one can obtain a degree certificate.

A graduation certificate is a document issued upon completion of the master's degree program and fulfillment of required course credits.

The two "individual" are separate.

If he was only given a doctoral degree but not a doctoral diploma, it would be an abnormal situation, and Fang Ziye would not need such unbalanced praise and promotion.

As for directly granting him a doctoral degree, Fang Ziye wouldn't be so shameless. Compared to his senior, Sun Shaoqing, he is only slightly stronger in certain professional areas, but there is still a significant gap in terms of publications and overall strength, and he still needs to accumulate experience.

But the defense is over, and unless he messes up, the school won't hold him back on his degree certificate. This means that Fang Ziye can graduate normally and obtain the four certificates for a professional master's degree.

This was something to be happy about. At the dinner, the senior students congratulated Fang Ziye and shared a light drink with him.

The junior students offered their blessings and expressed their envy, taking a small sip each.

Even Luo Tingzhu only took a small sip before her face immediately turned red. She probably had a low alcohol tolerance, because after drinking it, she sat blankly in the corner, looking like a silly fool who was half-drunk.

Fang Ziye would glance over from time to time, and could only tell Jie Han when they passed by that he must take Luo Tingzhu back to her dormitory building later.

Then, Fang Ziye went to the judges of the defense committee, and each of them received a quarter cup.

After respectfully offering the toast, Fang Ziye had already consumed four ounces of wine.

Next up was Professor Deng Yong. Fang Ziye, holding a two-ounce wine glass, bowed slightly and said, "Master, thank you for your guidance, which gave me the opportunity to continue my studies. On this auspicious day, I would like to offer you a toast. Please feel free to drink as you please."

"You, don't." Before Deng Yong could stop him, Fang Ziye had already finished his drink, and it was too late to stop him.

Fang Ziye looked at Deng Yong and said, "Master, please drink less. This is what I should be toasting you with."

Fang Ziye never gets drunk at gatherings and drinks because he knows it's not the time for him to be. But today, he has to, not just out of social obligation, but also to celebrate.

Moreover, today's celebration is exclusively for myself and my senior brother Sun Shaoqing.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Ziye did not go to his master, but instead, according to the seniority in the department, he also poured Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan a full two-ounce cup.

Xie Jinyuan drank a full half cup with him.

He said, "Ziye, drink less. You'll definitely have to toast your master later."

He patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder.

He added, "Keep going, the future is bright."

"Thank you, Teacher Xie." Fang Ziye bowed slightly.

Only then did he walk up to his master, Yuan Weihong. At this moment, Yuan Weihong had already asked Lan Tianluo to pour half a cup of wine for Fang Ziye, saying, "Half a cup is enough for you, that's what Master said."

Unable to dissuade Fang Ziye, he told Deng Yong and Xie Jinyuan that Yuan Weihong could arrange the amount of alcohol for him when Fang Ziye toasted him.

Fang Ziye smiled, without being pretentious.

One sip and it tastes like pure mineral water.

However, Fang Ziye's expression remained unchanged, his face still bearing the pungent smell of alcohol rushing down his throat. Moreover, this time, the intense spiciness made Fang Ziye feel that it was even more pungent than the smell of alcohol.

Although it's not alcohol, drinking one cup can make you feel intoxicated more easily than drinking alcohol.

"That's enough, that's enough. Let Qin Geluo and Sun Shaoqing have a little more, and then we'll stop here." Yuan Weihong quickly pushed Fang Ziye away, his mind filled with complicated thoughts.

Eight parts relief, one part bitterness, and one part heartache.

Over the past few years, no one but Fang Ziye could see or understand how hard he had worked.

But no matter what, Fang Ziye persevered and did not slack off.

Yuan Weihong feels gratified to have come this far without slacking off.

Of course, along the way, Yuan Weihong occasionally felt that Fang Ziye was really unqualified and lamented his misfortune.

Talent is innate, but Yuan Weihong has never been angry at his lack of ambition.

"Thank you, Master." Fang Ziye bowed slightly again before approaching Qin Geluo. Sun Shaoqing then invited Fang Ziye to join him in toasting Qin Geluo.

Qin Geluo, who had a more approachable face and was younger, had more contact with Fang Ziye. He raised his small wine glass and said, "If you think you're better than me, you can drink from the bottle, I won't stop you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing could only quickly take out small wine glasses and pour half a glass for each of them.

Qin Geluo chuckled: "That's more like it."

"Don't get drunk, you'll have to sober up in the emergency room. Cheers! I wish you both a bright future, and that when we meet again, I can have a drink with you both." Qin Geluo's words were sincere, but his intentions were clear.

After one round, Fang Ziye felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp.

The things in front of me are somewhat magnified, not magnified, but simply magnified.

But he wasn't drunk. On the contrary, Fang Ziye's mind was becoming clearer. Fang Ziye knew that from today onwards, he would no longer be a master's student. Even if he were to give others a chance, it would only be the doctoral students who were about to graduate. Everyone else, including Luo Tingzhu, would have to make their own way.

Fang Ziye was even more aware that everyone present would become one of his benefactors and connections in the future, and he would need to continue to maintain good relationships with them.

This includes Professor Zhang, Professor Du from the Provincial People's Hospital, and others.

These are all part of my personal network of contacts.

The thesis defense is a matter of fate. Fate brought them together, so at least one impression is that he is someone who has mentored Fang Ziye. If they meet again in the future, he can respectfully call him "teacher" without any harm to Fang Ziye.

Without this step, who the hell would need you to call them "teacher"? Do they even need it?
No shortage.

However, Fang Ziye knew that if such a defense committee promoted a remarkable person, they would be genuinely happy and pleased, feeling that they had at least done something honest.

If you are polite enough, others won't mind helping you again on your path to advancement.

That's how fate is formed.

Sun Shaoqing drank more than Fang Ziye. He needed a job opportunity and needed Professor Zheng Tonghui from the Third People's Hospital of the province to help him get a job and say a few good words for him.

Similarly, Sun Shaoqing needs other professors to remember his name in the future. After he starts working independently and gets research projects, he will no longer have teachers as a support; he will have to fight for his own projects.

He needs to make others remember that he has this ability.

Senior student Sun Shaoqing also needs some junior students to remember him. Although he has left his job, he will still need to exchange ideas with his juniors in the future for scientific research, projects, and professional studies.

When someone goes to work in another city, they start from scratch and build their business from nothing. So they may have to come back to the sect to take advantage of some resources. Please don't be offended, fellow disciples.

If needed, I hope my junior brothers who are doing well will lend me a hand in the future.

Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing had drunk quite a bit. Towards the end, he stood in front of Professor Deng Yong, muttering in a low voice, "Master, I'm sorry..."

“Master, my abilities are limited. I haven’t been able to make good use of the resources you’ve given me.”

"Master..."

Deng Yong sighed slightly, gently patting Sun Shaoqing's shoulder. No one knew what Professor Deng Yong was thinking at that moment.

Sun Shaoqing was neither his first disciple nor his last disciple, and no one knew what his true place was in Professor Deng Yong's heart.

However, as a teacher, Fang Ziye felt that Professor Deng Yong was absolutely qualified.

Just a little bit.

Fang Ziye knew that Professor Deng Yong would not hesitate to lose Song Yi, who came from the Third Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto University, for Li Yuanpei, whom he could definitely win over. He knew that Professor Deng Yong would definitely not treat him badly in the future.

That alone is enough.

As the crowd dispersed, Professor Deng Yong asked the other professors if they had eaten and drunk well, and if not, the master's students and doctoral students who were not defending their dissertations could keep them company at any time.

Of course, none of the professors were particularly fond of alcohol, and they all nodded in agreement: "That's enough, Professor Deng. Now that things here are over, we won't bother you any longer."

"Congratulations Professor Deng on your outstanding academic achievement!"

During the meal, they all knew that Fang Ziye had been accepted by Professor Deng Yong. During the defense, Fang Ziye demonstrated his solid foundation in basic experimental science. Such a talent would definitely achieve great things in the future.

They might even achieve a leap in their status, level, and ability, rising to prominence early in their youth. Everyone envies such talent, but things must be done in a first-come, first-served manner.

Professor Deng Yong made excellent arrangements; for any professors who hadn't been drinking, he personally drove them back to the hospital or the high-speed rail station.

The drinking party ended.

But Sun Shaoqing and Fang Ziye didn't leave because they were the home team and still had two things to do.

One thing is settling the bill.

Another thing is to arrange for the junior brothers who helped out to have a small get-together, set up a few small private rooms, sing songs and chat in them. This is a superficial reward from the senior brothers for their hard work.

The bill was arranged by Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing. The price of the banquet wasn't high; there were three tables, but it still cost nearly ten thousand yuan.

If we add in the drinks, Fang Ziye estimates that each person could earn over eight thousand.

In addition, I'll be taking my junior classmates to a karaoke bar, where the drinks and snacks won't be a small amount.

I'll have to ask my family for money later, but it doesn't matter. Fang Ziye has a little bit of savings, and I can ask my family for about 5,000 yuan more, which should be enough.

After the doctoral students left one by one, Luo Tingzhu also left. However, when Luo Tingzhu left, she was not seen off by her two junior brothers, Jie Han and Lan Tianluo. Instead, Professor Deng Yong asked a female waitress from the hotel to accompany her.

Luo Tingzhu initially said she didn't need it, but Professor Deng Yong didn't care about that.

……

The afternoon was a karaoke session, but Fang Ziye didn't sing. He just smiled and clapped along with Sun Shaoqing.

Dinner was on our own, but the two of them treated themselves to a late-night barbecue. There weren't many people there, but Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing, having finally sobered up a bit, still drank some more...

Fang Ziye went home and immediately went to sleep.

Around 2 a.m., Fang Ziye woke up once. He felt a little dizzy, the weather was a bit cold, and there was no light in the night, not even a few stars in sight.

Taking advantage of his still-flushed state, flushed mind, and stringing good fortune, Fang Ziye posted this even more flamboyant message on his WeChat Moments—

"I drank a bit too much yesterday, and I was still feeling lightheaded when I woke up."

"I dreamt of meeting my master at Kunlun, who bestowed upon me the finest peach from the Yuan family!"

Never mind, time to sleep.

It's perfectly normal to post a celebratory message on social media immediately after graduation. Even Fang Ziye is no exception.

The next day, at 7:10 a.m.

After Fang Ziye got up, he still didn't feel any difference.

Just by opening WeChat, the number of unread messages on the Moments page is as high as 99+.

At the same time, his two junior brothers, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, sent him a message of "666" to congratulate their senior brother.

Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing said, "Junior Brother, the way you're doing this almost made me delete my WeChat Moments overnight."

“That’s not fair!”

Even Luo Tingzhu sent a message to greet him, saying, "I think the third sentence might have been put together, it's not very elegant."

Fang Ziye didn't care about any of that. He didn't reply to anyone and quickly brushed his teeth and washed up.

After buying a bowl of hot dry noodles and bringing breakfast to my master, I quickly checked my WeChat Moments.

Both parents liked the post, and relatives, friends, junior high school classmates, and high school classmates also liked and commented on it.

The funniest comment came from Fang Ziye's junior high school classmate: "You're still in school? How many years have you been studying?"

His tone was laced with sarcasm.

However, Fang Ziye still doesn't plan to go back. Last night was a night that belonged solely to Fang Ziye's graduation thesis defense. In this night, Fang Ziye was in charge and didn't care about anyone else.

I went back to the department first, took off my white coat, and then rushed to the outpatient clinic.

Turn on the computer, log in with Yuan Weihong's employee ID, start counting today's workload, and then take out the Oriental Leaf Oolong Tea beverage he brought for the teacher from his backpack. He is very familiar with all these operations.

My world only has one night for now.

Please be gentle; the one who's being pretentious is actually the author. Everything that happened in this incident was done by the author himself, including those words.

If any readers find this objectionable, please be gentle with your criticism.



(End of this chapter)