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The next morning, just after Gu Lin had finished his rounds in the emergency room, Zhao Guofeng called.

In the pediatrics office, Zhao Guofeng, Liu Mingchuan, the director of the rheumatology and immunology department, and teachers from the hospital's research department had already arrived.

As soon as Gu Lin pushed the door open, he sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

There was a thick stack of documents on the table, which were all of Tangtang's medical records.

Genetic testing reports, printed documents, and an unfilled blank application form were neatly stacked together.

Zhao Guofeng coughed lightly.

"sit."

"director?"

Liu Mingchuan looked at him with a smile.

"Do you know why I called you here today?"

Gu Lin shook his head.

Zhao Guofeng simply pushed the stack of documents over.

"paper."

Gu Lin was taken aback, and Zhao Guofeng continued:

"This is the first case of its kind in China. The diagnostic approach and treatment plan are of great reference value. The hospital is preparing to organize a case report."

"If the follow-up data is complete, it could even be expanded into a series of studies."

Seeing that Gu Lin remained silent, Liu Mingchuan looked at him with interest and suddenly laughed:

"What's wrong, are you nervous?"

Gu Lin shook his head.

"no."

"So what are you thinking about?"

Gu Lin was silent for a moment, then spoke:

"I was thinking, if we had discovered it sooner, would she have had to suffer so much?"

The office suddenly fell silent. Liu Mingchuan and Zhao Guofeng exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke.

Because they all know that this is the truly rare and precious aspect.

When many young doctors encounter such cases for the first time, their minds are filled with thoughts of academic papers, reputation, and the dazzling mark on their resumes.

But what Gu Lin was thinking about was the little girl who almost died.

After a long silence, Zhao Guofeng finally spoke.

That's why we need to post it.

Gu Lin raised his head.

Zhao Guofeng pointed to the thick stack of documents on the table. His voice was calm, yet carried a heavy weight.

"Because there may be a second, a third, or even a fourth 'sugar baby' in the country today."

"Their doctors may be confused, taking detours, and repeating the same mistakes we made."

"If this case is shared, the next time someone encounters a similar situation, it might save half a month of delay, or even save a life."

The office fell completely silent. Gu Lin looked down at the medical records on the table, and something inside him quietly began to stir.

A research paper is never just a research paper; a truly good medical paper is essentially paving the way for future patients.

The office had been quiet for a long time. Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, casting distinct patches of light and shadow on the desk, creating a scene as serene as a painting.

Gu Lin lowered his head and turned the pages of Tangtang's medical record one by one.

The first page is the admission record, the second page is the emergency room medical record, and the third page is the initial consultation opinion.

What followed were repeated failed tests, overturned diagnoses, and that genetic testing report that almost changed everything.

This is not a research paper; it is the entire process of a child crawling back from the brink of death.

Zhao Guofeng seemed to have seen through his thoughts, smiled, and deliberately softened his tone.

"Don't be stressed, it's just a case report."

The research teacher next to him couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Do you even believe what you're saying?"

Zhao Guofeng: "..."

Liu Mingchuan laughed along with him.

"The first case reported in China, co-authored by multiple department heads, a key research project of the hospital—and you're telling me this is 'just that'?"

Zhao Guofeng coughed lightly, his expression subtle.

"I was just afraid of scaring the child."

Gu Lin: "..."

Upon hearing the word "child," Gu Lin paused slightly, a strange sense of unease welling up inside him. This feeling was indescribable yet inexplicably novel.

The research department teacher pushed the materials over.

"Gu Lin, you wrote a thesis during your undergraduate studies, right?"

Gu Lin nodded.

I wrote my graduation thesis.

"Has it been published?"

"no."

The research department teacher nodded, thinking to himself, "That's more like it."

It's common for undergraduates to write graduation theses, but only a small percentage are actually published.

Zhao Guofeng pushed the documents toward Gu Lin.

"Take these back with you and familiarize yourself with the overall framework. Feel free to contact us anytime if you have any ideas."

Gu Lin responded and carefully gathered the documents.

Liu Mingchuan stood up and casually added a sentence.

"Don't feel too much pressure. First, clarify your thoughts, and then take your time with the rest."

After the meeting ended, Gu Lin carried a thick stack of documents back to the emergency room.

As soon as I pushed open the office door, the talking inside stopped abruptly.

Chen Mu was happily munching on bread, while Xu Mo leaned back in his chair, seemingly looking at something.

Hearing the door open, they both turned their heads at the same time, and then saw the stack of documents that were almost overflowing in Gu Lin's arms.

Xu Mo narrowed his eyes.

"What is it?"

Gu Lin looked down at it.

"Medical records".

"Whose?"

"Candy."

Xu Mo said "Oh," and three seconds later, he suddenly realized what was happening and looked up sharply.

"Wait, why did you bring back such a thick stack of medical records?"

Gu Lin's tone remained unchanged.

"Write a thesis."

Chen Mu choked on the bread.

"Cough cough cough, what is that?"

Gu Lin calmly repeated it.

"Write a thesis."

There was a complete silence in the office for three seconds.

Then, the whole office erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap?"

"paper?!"

"Did the head of pediatrics ask you to write a paper?"

"Really?"

Gu Lin's head was throbbing from the noise when, just then, the office door was pushed open again and Zhou Wenyuan walked in.

Chen Mu and Xu Mo immediately shut their mouths, pretending that nothing had happened.

One of the unwritten traditional skills in the emergency room is that when the head of the department appears, everyone automatically shuts up.

Zhou Wenyuan glanced around, his brows twitching slightly.

"What's all the noise about?"

No one spoke, but in the end, Xu Mo timidly raised his hand.

"Professor Zhou, we are discussing Gu Lin's thesis."

Zhou Wenyuan paused for a moment, then nodded very calmly.

"Yes, I know."

Everyone: "???"

Xu Mo's eyes widened.

"You know?"

Zhou Wenyuan casually put down the medical record beside him, his voice indifferent.

"I recommended him to participate in this case."

Even Gu Lin was taken aback.

Zhou Wenyuan actually knew?

Zhou Wenyuan, however, remained calm, as if he had only mentioned a trivial matter.

"He discovered the most crucial clues regarding the first case in the country. If he wasn't involved, who would be?"

Chen Mu stared blankly at Gu Lin.

Suddenly, I remembered that two months ago, Gu Lin was still that quiet newcomer who huddled in a corner and didn't say a word.

And now, so many directors recognize him.

They were even involved in reporting the first case in the country.

A feeling that was almost absurd suddenly welled up in Chen Mu's mind.

No? They're clearly in the same graduate program!

The next morning, Gu Lin was woken up by his phone vibrating.

To save time and rent, he recently moved into the hospital dormitory and shares a room with Chen Mu.

The room was small, and the documents and papers that had been confiscated the night before were still on the table.

He went to bed too late last night and his mind was still foggy; he couldn't even remember when he closed his laptop.

On the phone screen, Xu Mo's messages had already been scrolled through more than a dozen times, densely packed.

[Junior brother, are you alive?]

Today is the last day to register for the postgraduate skills competition.

Don't forget this.

Reply to me.

[Junior brother? ? ?]