Healing Doctor

After Chapter 523, do not engage in any industry related to science.

Wow, that's fast! Director Yang looked at Zhao Mengmeng with a strange feeling in his heart.

He imagined that if it were him, he definitely wouldn't make a fuss and would hurry up and finish the case report.

Whether submitting to a Chinese journal or the New England Journal of Medicine, if there is a director of gastrointestinal surgery, Ji Xiang will be the first author.

This will be a significant part of my future career, both in terms of promotions and personal resume.

In many specific situations, a paper published in a top-tier journal can be the deciding factor.

Ke Jixiang had no intention of keeping his work to himself; he even dragged Zhao Mengmeng, who was also an "intern," into writing this paper with him.

The image of Ji Xiang that was originally somewhat thin in Director Yang's mind seemed to have become more substantial and increasingly strange.

"Go ahead and get busy." Director Yang didn't hesitate. He smiled slightly, gave Zhai Yuhan a wink, and turned to leave.

As expected, Zhai Yuhan understood and followed Director Yang to the director's office.

"Boss."

"Dr. Ji Xiang said he wants to write a paper, and you can participate in it," Director Yang said.

"Huh? A thesis?" Zhai Yuhan was taken aback.

"I looked up a paper on rare free hyalinous changes in the abdominal cavity, and there are only 14 similar cases worldwide in the past few decades," said Director Yang. "Dr. Ji Xiang said he wanted to publish it in The New England Journal of Medicine, but I think that's impossible."

Keep an eye on it. If you encounter any difficulties, I can contact the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery.

Zhai Yuhan paused for a moment, knowing it must be the patient from earlier that morning.

The surgery was completed so quickly, and the thesis is already on the agenda?! That's incredibly fast!

Their drive and action were exceptionally strong.

After recalling what the boss had said, Zhai Yuhan finally realized the key point.

"Boss, are you planning to help Ji Xiang publish an article in a national journal?"

"The young man is quite capable; I'll lend him a hand." Director Yang smiled, though he felt slightly guilty. "Go and observe him; if he encounters any difficulties, come to me."

"Okay," Zhai Yuhan replied.

It seems that after a period of contact, his boss really likes Ji Xiang and is willing to help him write his thesis.

Zhai Yuhan was still a little dazed when she left the director's office.

His boss wasn't a stingy person, but he wouldn't even give ordinary graduate students a second glance. He was considered outstanding, able to get some papers by working for his boss and stay in the hospital as a resident, doing all the work.

Even working like a beast of burden in the mines isn't easy, and Zhai Yuhan was extremely grateful to her boss.

Ji Xiang...

Indeed, he gained the boss's favor almost instantly.

As she thought about it, Zhai Yuhan smiled. It probably wasn't that Ji Xiang had gained his boss's favor; gold always shines.

Ji Xiang had such a big gold ingot lying there; anyone who wasn't blind could see it.

Back in the doctor's office, Zhai Yuhan saw that Zhao Mengmeng had already set up her laptop and started copying files into a new folder.

Zhai Yuhan briefly explained Director Yang's meaning to Zhao Mengmeng and began to learn about the disease.

Zhao Mengmeng may not be good at clinical work, but she demonstrates unparalleled fighting spirit when it comes to scientific research.

In a short time, she had gathered a considerable amount of information. She had already turned on her computer, asked Zhai Yuhan for her employee ID and access to the gastrointestinal surgery department, and begun organizing patient data.

The medical records from the gastrointestinal surgery department... were written so carelessly that even Zhao Mengmeng couldn't stand them.

"I'll go ask about the patient's medical history; we'll handle the medical records ourselves," Zhai Yuhan said finally.

When Zhai Yuhan returned and entered the elevator, she saw Ji Xiang and the film crew inside as well.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, are you done with your work?" Zhai Yuhan smiled.

"Yes, Teacher Zhai is busy."

"My boss asked me to write the thesis with him."

Zhai Yuhan blushed slightly, but she gritted her teeth and said, "The boss said that if you're planning to submit your work to the Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery, he can help you contact the editor-in-chief."

"Thank you," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

Thank you, what does "thank you" mean?

Zhai Yuhan didn't understand; she didn't know if Ji Xiang was unhappy. But after carefully observing Ji Xiang's expression, she didn't see anything unusual.

"Once the animation is finished, Dr. Ji, please give it your feedback," Director Fan said to Ji Xiang.

"Okay, please let me take a look at it later, so I can offer some suggestions."

"It's a pity that our program seems to be too late to publish the paper. Could you mention it briefly on the program?" Director Fan's assistant said regretfully.

"Sure, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Even if the paper doesn't pass the review, doctors still have to write papers," Ji Xiang said.

"Then we'll have to trouble Dr. Ji," Director Fan said. "We'll record the process of writing the thesis; you don't mind, do you?"

"Director Fan, you're too kind. Please feel free to record. Just be mindful of the patient's privacy, and make sure to inform them in advance before recording. Otherwise, there's no problem."

After everyone got off the elevator, Zhai Yuhan kept wondering if the task her boss had assigned her was a case of offering a warm welcome only to be met with a cold shoulder.

If it were another intern, having a boss personally assign them to write a paper, and the boss even promising to speak to the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery, would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But the person in front of her was Ji Xiang, who acted calmly and neither servile nor arrogant. Zhai Yuhan really didn't know what Ji Xiang was thinking.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, I suggest you publish a Q3 paper first. Although the impact factor of the Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery is only 1.85, it's still a domestic journal, so it's recognized in China. It will be useful for future promotions to associate professor or similar positions."

"Let's try writing it first." Ji Xiang glanced at Director Fan behind him and whispered to Zhai Yuhan, "Professor Zhai, with only 14 medical records published over several decades, an impact factor of only 1.85 seems a bit too low."

"The New England Journal of Medicine has an impact factor of nearly 70, but the problem is that it may not be published. Foreign academic journals have different writing rules. I tried writing two papers, but they were both rejected."

One of the editors gave me such a harsh review that he advised me not to pursue any career related to science.

"Ha, whose editor replied so outrageously?" Ji Xiang chuckled.

Zhai Yuhan frowned, but seeing that Ji Xiang insisted, she didn't say anything more.

"Director, what code are they using?" Director Fan's assistant asked.

"I don't know." Director Fan frowned. He heard Ji Xiang and Zhai Yuhan whispering, but he couldn't understand what they were talking about at all.

"What does 'Area 3' mean? What about the impact factor? I don't understand a word they're saying."

"Why don't you ask someone yourself!" Director Fan said, also feeling annoyed. "How's the preparation for the next part, the outpatient visit?"

"Director, we've already made preparations in advance," Director Fan's assistant said with a wry smile.

(End of this chapter)