top student at medical school

Chapter 239 This kid's research is just so-so (Please subscribe)

In a private room on the second floor of a relatively upscale restaurant in Enshi.

"Sigh." Shen Tao sighed softly, then took out a 1916 cigarette and walked out of the private room, unwilling to stay inside any longer.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Zeng Tai, who was sitting next to Shen Tao, got up, waved, and quickly followed him out.

After walking alongside Shen Tao, I asked for a good cigarette that cost five yuan a stick. After lighting it, I asked, "Brother Tao, aren't you and Brother Wei on good terms? Why are you out here at this time?"

"Brother Wei is treating us today." Zeng Tai was all muscle, with broad shoulders and a strong build, but his face was full of a smirk and a fawning expression.

"Didn't you see? Apart from me, everyone else from Zhongnan has run away."

“It’s obvious that Yuan Weihong has already started to put on an act,” Shen Tao said casually.

Zeng Tai wasn't very familiar with Yuan Weihong. The reason he knew Yuan Weihong was because Shen Tao and Yuan Weihong had a very good personal relationship.

He held the cigarette at an angle, took a puff, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Isn't this referring to Brother Wei's students?"

"It's Ziye, whom you, Brother Tao, have praised so highly. I witnessed his clinical skills during the competition. People weren't familiar with Fang Ziye before, so their memories of him weren't deep."

"But after learning that he was Wei Ge's student, I started to pay attention to his research."

"If the research isn't good, there's still a chance to pick up the scraps." Zeng Tai was able to understand what others meant.

Although they are still young, it is certainly a great achievement to bring in a young man with excellent clinical skills and qualifications for the head of the department.

No one would refuse to have a few more talented and capable young men in the team.

Fang Ziye has mature clinical experience, so he can start working immediately after graduation, which is reassuring. At worst, Fang Ziye can temporarily bring in Yuan Weihong to endorse him.

The city-level hospitals in Wuhan really appreciate having master's and doctoral degrees.

"So you believed that nonsense Yuan Weihong was spouting, that my student's research ability wasn't very good?" Shen Tao rolled his eyes, a little drunk.

What exactly is Yuan Weihong trying to do?
Even Zeng Tai was fooled, let alone others.

Fang Ziye's scientific research isn't very good?
When Yuan Weihong reveals the truth, the atmosphere inside will definitely be quite surprising.

But Yuan Weihong isn't a crosstalk performer, so how come he is?
"Cancer Discovery, Nature Cancer, Journal of Thoracic Oncology."

"Are you familiar with these three magazines?" Shen Tao asked Zeng Tai.

Zeng Tai is a member of the younger generation at Hubei Provincial People's Hospital. For the younger generation who want to enter the hospital, scientific research is definitely one of the essential requirements.

In any discipline, oncology is currently one of the most popular research areas and directions.

Even though Zeng Tai's main research focus is not bone tumors, he still has a good understanding of the relevant oncology journals.

If he remembers correctly, these journals all have an impact factor of over 20.

Zeng Tai's powerful muscles bulged slightly. After understanding Shen Tao's meaning, he asked, "Ziye published an article in such a journal?"

Shen Tao had spent a considerable amount of time with Fang Ziye, and Yuan Weihong was too loose-lipped, so he didn't hide anything from him and asked in return, "Why only one article?"

"I'll mention three journals to you."

"Holy crap!" Zeng Tai jumped up and down like a groundhog, leaping at least 20 centimeters, before landing like a cat's paw, switching sides.

"Really?" Zeng Tai asked incredulously.

Currently, the best requirement for newly admitted staff members of the Orthopedics Department of Hubei Provincial People's Hospital is one academic paper with an impact factor of 15 or higher, plus some basic clinical skills.

Such accumulated achievements are the first choice and can be used to attract high-level talents.

An article scoring over 20 points can absolutely cover the maximum amount of funding allocated to a talent recruitment program.

Zeng Tai also knew that such an article would require at least a hundred or more hours of work.

Even at the master's or doctoral level, no matter how hard a student pushes themselves or how much they study, at a typical workload of two weeks per paper, they can only accumulate one paper in five or six years.

Unless Fang Ziye's experiments can be conducted at an extremely fast pace.

Of course, the fact that Shen Tao brought it up proves that Fang Ziye's research speed is definitely beyond that of ordinary students with good aptitude.

However, three papers were still somewhat beyond Zeng Tai's comprehension, falling outside the realm of typical research giants.

"It's not entirely his own work, but as a co-author, it's still quite valuable. This must be because Ziye at least produced a decent paper, and then it was shared with others to make the data look better."

"But isn't this a bit too beautiful?" Shen Tao flicked his cigarette ash.

Then she added, "So now that I know all this, think about Yuan Weihong's face, can you still stay here?"

Zeng Tai immediately gave a wry smile, scratching his head with a cigarette between his index and middle fingers: "Then we probably can't even reach Brother Wei's level of entertainment!"

Zeng Tai could only think of this one reason.

To say that some people are like Versailles is an understatement; many are actually quite reserved.

They might post on social media or occasionally make sarcastic remarks, but there aren't many people like Yuan Weihong who deliberately lure others into a trap.

At least among those Zeng Tai was familiar with, there was no such person at the Provincial People's Hospital.

After the two finished their cigarettes and washed their hands, they went back into the private room. Yuan Weihong was just reaching his climax and, with his arm around one of his close friends, said:
“Brother, the chances of Ziye getting a job are still very small.” “Professor Deng is quite fond of Ziye. Although Ziye hasn’t published many articles, only three or four, and the impact factors are not high, totaling just over sixty points, which is barely passing.”

"But the level of our Zhongnan Hospital is, after all!"

As Yuan Weihong finished speaking, the man from the Third People's Hospital of Wuhan, Yuan Weihong's "iron brother," suddenly jolted and pushed away Yuan Weihong, who was holding his shoulder.

"What were you talking about just now?"

"The combined impact factor is just over 60, you didn't mean 60, did you?" he said, his eyelids twitching rapidly as he silently did some mental calculations.

"Three or four essays worth 60 points? I'm so angry, Yuan Weihong." He immediately realized what he meant.

Yuan Weihong was just making fun of him.

"Hey, we're having a very polite conversation, why are you swearing?"

"Is a score of sixty-something very high? Some people get scores of sixty-something or higher on just one paper. What's so surprising about that?"

"Young people need more experience, there's no rush," Yuan Weihong said in a serious tone, speaking with the most sophisticated air.

The group of people next door, who finally realized what Yuan Weihong was talking about, almost started a fight, except for Nie Xuehua, Zhang Zixi, Shen Tao, and Zeng Tai, who had just returned.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to have a one-on-one fight with Brother Wei. Isn't this just pure flirting? Versailles, isn't it?"

"You can tolerate this?" the person who was about to hit him said to the other person who was holding him.

"Don't rush, I mean together..."

Yuan Weihong was immediately grabbed.

Although he was a trauma surgeon and quite strong, everyone in this private room was a burly man with considerable strength.

Yuan Weihong was kneaded and manipulated until he looked like a deformed melon or a cracked date, and even his mouth was distorted.

"Brother Tao, please help."

"Help." Yuan Weihong could no longer speak coherently and could only utter a single syllable.

Shen Tao remained calm and composed, leisurely sipping his water: "Enough people have already attacked you, so I won't get involved. I'll at least leave you some health."

"Uh-huh!~"

"Ugh! Ugh!~" Yuan Weihong was ravaged for a full minute.

This farce finally came to an end.

Finally, after Yuan Weihong let go, he looked at everyone with resentment and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You were the ones who asked the question, and I answered it enthusiastically, only to get beaten up by you. This society is no longer what it used to be."

Many people have become immune to such empty talk.

Yuan Weihong has a sharp tongue, but he's actually very loyal; otherwise, probably no one would have dared to lay a hand on him.

So everyone else changed the subject.

At this moment, Yuan Weihong paused after seeing the contents of his phone's email inbox, then scrolled up and down the phone screen, remaining silent for a long time.

This action lasted for a full seven or eight minutes.

The others thought Yuan Weihong was a little angry, so Yuan Weihong's "best buddy" nudged Yuan Weihong on the shoulder and said, "Brother Wei, should we go back and rest first and get together again tonight, or should we grab a couple more beers?"

"Why don't you, the boss, say something?"

"Wait a minute, it seems some of the articles I submitted to the BMJ main journal were accepted. This is the email from the editorial department inviting me to write. Let me see it clearly." Yuan Weihong still reached out, using his palm to block his sworn brother from view.

Yuan Weihong's words immediately angered everyone in the private room.

"Are you looking for a beating again?" Shen Tao put down his water glass and started rolling up his sleeves.

"Stop joking, really, I'm not kidding." Yuan Weihong suddenly became serious.

Upon hearing Yuan Weihong say this, everyone immediately felt a chill. Although Yuan Weihong still had a Versailles-like reputation, at least he didn't sound so hateful.

Shen Tao immediately asked, "Is it the basic model project for fracture line classification?"

“Hmm!” Yuan Weihong nodded.

Then, looking around, he asked, "How about I bet 5k and you guys play by yourselves? I might need to go back to the hotel first to take care of something. I've been waiting for ages."

"Get out!" Shen Tao shouted indignantly.

"roll."

"roll!"

"Alright, everyone, have fun." Yuan Weihong was also very easygoing.

At least he had fun, and he should make sure these people had even more fun too. What's wrong with saying "get lost" a few times? As long as it doesn't involve family members and is just a joke on his personal level, Yuan Weihong can take it.

"Damn it, how can a perfectly good person be so despicable?" After Yuan Weihong left, someone else spat sourly.

At this moment, someone said quietly, "Brother Wei is still willing to play along with us, at least he's still down-to-earth. If it were an ordinary person, we wouldn't even be able to eat this meal together today."

(End of this chapter)