Healing Doctor

Chapter 673 Who am I!

The lancet is owned by his family!

Lin Jiu muttered a curse to himself.

Ji Xiang sneezed, rubbed his nose, and continued writing his thesis on the computer.

The observations on Neymar's recovery could fill at least 10 papers, according to the system NPC that told Ji Xiang.

Zhao Dali is not well-known and has few followers; he might only write two articles at most.

That's just how reality is.

Ji Xiang reviewed the email again and asked Neymar's medical team for today's physical tests and data to organize his thoughts.

The format and writing style of the thesis were taught step by step by the system NPC in the system's operating room. Ji Xiang tried it and felt that he could do it without any difficulty.

The system NPCs are a treasure trove; they always have the answers to anything related to medicine.

"Xiao Ji, the format of this paper seems different from what we usually write." Meng Qingfei said thoughtfully as he watched Ji Xiang write the paper.

Ji Xiang originally came to the emergency department to accompany Meng Qingfei on duty and to check on the emergency patients, but Meng Qingfei asked to see Ji Xiang writing his thesis.

He had never published any papers in foreign SCI journals, which made Meng Qingfei particularly curious as to why Ji Xiang was able to publish two top-tier papers in such a short period of time.

Meng Qingfei's English level is quite good; he's the kind of person who grasps things quickly.

Some things are just a thin layer of paper separating them from reality.

Ji Xiang began explaining to Meng Qingfei the technical points that the system NPC had mentioned.

Yes, key technical points.

For skilled workers, publishing papers in foreign journals is a technical skill, a skill that is highly specialized for skilled workers.

According to Ji Xiang, the main reason why Meng Qingfei has not published any papers is that his writing format is incorrect. Foreign reviewers would be confused at a glance and reject his work outright.

Otherwise, given Meng Qingfei's clinical experience, he could definitely publish several case reports, which would not fall into the category of low-quality papers.

"I've never been willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy an SCI paper," Meng Qingfei said. "Looking at it this way, I think I've found a way to make a fortune."

"Oh?" Ji Xiang turned to look at Meng Qingfei.

Meng Qingfei's face was full of smiles, looking sly; it seemed he wasn't lying.

"Teacher Meng, you learn so quickly!"

"That's right, who am I?" Meng Qingfei boasted.

A promising young man degenerates into an emergency room doctor after arriving at the hospital... Meng Qingfei's mentality is surprisingly good, and he can boast and say—who am I!

There really is no one else.

"Old He!" Meng Qingfei called out when he heard someone talking in the corridor.

"Meng'er, what's wrong?"

A male doctor in his fifties came in; he was the emergency room physician on duty that night.

"What are you still lacking as a senior professional?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"There are far worse ones."

"Should we buy an SCI paper with a score of 3.0 or higher?"

"How much? I asked, and it costs 10 for anything above 3.0." Old He said hesitantly, "I don't want to climb any higher. I'm only advancing to earn more money after retirement. It would hurt to spend 10."

"4," Meng Qingfei said confidently. "First author."

"!!!" The emergency room doctor's eyes widened. "Meng'er, do you have these connections?"

I wrote it myself.

"Tch." The emergency room doctor scoffed. "If you were that capable, you wouldn't be working in the emergency room a long time ago. Remember Xiao Chen from the cardiology department a few years ago? The one who did all the research."

"I remember," Meng Qingfei nodded.

"He now runs a company that specializes in writing papers. The 10 yuan I mentioned is the price his company offered. It's a bit expensive, but Xiao Chen told me that journals with an impact factor of 3 or higher have stricter requirements. Simply put, he's famous and has a reputation, so the quality of his papers has to be excellent and can't be too low-class."

"Of course I know. I'll write it first, post it first, and then you can pay me after it's published," Meng Qingfei said.

"If that's the case, then I'll do it." The emergency room doctor looked at Meng Qingfei with a smile, as if he were watching a joke.

"You guys are busy, I'm going to see a patient," said the emergency room doctor. "I had a tricky patient left over from last shift, it's giving me a real headache."

"What illness?"

"My stomach hurt, it got better after taking antacids, I went home for a few days and came back, but my liver function is bad. I'll check on it tonight, but there are no beds available in the gastroenterology department! Damn it."

After the emergency room doctor left, Meng Qingfei consulted Ji Xiang on some technical details.

Ji Xiang knew very well that Meng Qingfei was not joking; the points he later asked him were all important.

You can understand it after watching it once, and you can even draw in more conclusions. Meng Qingfei is truly amazing.

This is the person who ended up in the emergency room.

"Teacher Meng, you're amazing." After Meng Qingfei finished asking his question and Ji Xiang explained, he exclaimed with admiration.

"If I were really that great, I'd be at least the head of a department by now, instead of spending my old age in the emergency room to retire?" Meng Qingfei laughed. "Let me tell you, back in the day when prisoners were exiled to Ningguta, and the Russians were exiled to Siberia, our hospital would send exiled people directly to the emergency department or the fever clinic."

"Teacher Meng, why don't you go to the South?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei smiled but didn't say anything.

Several patients arrived, and Meng Qingfei went to treat them while Ji Xiang assisted. The situation was resolved quickly.

"Professor Meng, your skills are excellent. It would be a waste to keep you in the emergency department." Ji Xiang brought up the old topic again.

"What's the point of wasting time? My temperament isn't suited for management. If I went back to the ward, I'd be like Colonel Wang, performing surgeries every day and working myself to death," Meng Qingfei said. "The emergency department is better. I don't have to worry about anything after get off work. I only work one or two shifts a week, and I can go home and help my kids with their homework."

"..."

Is this a case of everyone having their own ambitions?

Ji Xiang scratched his head.

"I used to know an old doctor whose surgical skills were so amazing that I was amazed. But when he retired, he wasn't even an attending physician anymore," Meng Qingfei said.

Why?

"He doesn't want to take the exam," Meng Qingfei said. "In his words, what right do they have to test me?"

"I remember it used to be the old way, the old way," Ji Xiang said. "It was probably in the early 21st century."

"You're mistaken, that's a professional certificate, not a promotion," Meng Qingfei said.

Ji Xiang nodded repeatedly. He had not experienced that period of time and those years; it was all hearsay.

However, the old doctor that Meng Qingfei mentioned was indeed quite arrogant and extreme.

"Back then, if anyone in the hospital was embarrassed, they would ask him to give them a slap on the wrist. His surgeries were truly excellent. I watched one surgery on intestinal adhesions, and I was amazed by his skill."

"Is it okay for him to just keep performing surgeries without even getting promoted?"

"I'm not as extreme as him, and of course, my level isn't as high as his either." Meng Qingfei raised his eyebrows, as if he had something to say to Ji Xiang. "I just think that the papers and research required for advancement are all bullshit."

"We're so busy with work that we barely have time to eat, where are we supposed to find time for research? You know what I mean. Besides, research is bound to run into problems if the direction is wrong, and if there are problems, you're going to withhold promotions?"

(End of this chapter)