Healing Doctor

Chapter 675 Your article has a place

Ji Xiang's reasoning wasn't particularly convincing either. The side effects of famotidine were clearly stated in the instruction manual. Meng Qingfei hesitated for a long time but didn't say anything.

Because the evidence was rather vague, Ji Xiang didn't insist, and the two tacitly ignored the matter.

At 10 p.m., Ji Xiang said goodbye.

Seeing that the emergency internal medicine department had quieted down, Meng Qingfei walked over and said, "Old He, stop famotidine and try a liver-protecting drug."

"I've used the liver-protecting medication, but the effect is so-so. Famotidine has side effects? How come I didn't know that?" The emergency room doctor looked at Meng Qingfei with a puzzled expression.

"The instructions say that occasional mild changes in liver function may occur, so I'll give it a try. There's no better way right now anyway. Besides, famotidine is the right treatment for abdominal pain. I've been using it for a few days, so it's normal to stop now. Nobody can really tell what's wrong with it."

The emergency room doctor did not think Meng Qingfei's opinion on famotidine was correct, but he had no better solution, so he ordered the famotidine to be discontinued.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Meng Qingfei, full of energy, made several phone calls to urge the results of his liver function test.

"Meng'er, I think you're overthinking it," said the emergency room doctor.

"I think we can give Xiao Ji's suggestion a try. I thought about it all night yesterday, and I even dreamed that the patient's liver function recovered."

"Xiao Ji? You mean that minor celebrity?"

Ever since Ji Xiang appeared on the TV show, many nurses in the emergency department have been referring to him as a celebrity, so the emergency internal medicine doctor emphasized that Ji Xiang is a "little star".

Meng Qingfei was slightly displeased by the barbed tone in his words and retorted, "Xiao Ji is very accurate in his judgment of many issues."

"Don't talk nonsense, famotidine will not cause liver damage at all," the emergency room doctor said disdainfully. "The instruction manual is right here, Meng'er, have you been working a night shift and gone mad?"

Meng Qingfei just smiled and didn't say anything.

Although Ji Xiang's diagnostic logic was incomplete, people might have been convinced if a white-haired old doctor had spoken with a seasoned and experienced tone, explaining that motidine had many problems.

In clinical practice, many rare complications can only be identified by witnessing them firsthand.

But Ji Xiang is so young, he definitely doesn't inspire that kind of trust. Plus, he's been on variety shows, which some doctors find hard to accept, leading to prejudice.

"Meng'er, what you told me about research yesterday, was it true or not?"

"Of course it's true, you can tell just by looking at it," Meng Qingfei said.

"You have great skills but don't know how to use them. Being relegated to the emergency room for the rest of your life is not the way to go."

"Me? I don't have any extraordinary abilities," Meng Qingfei laughed. "If we're talking about abilities, I think Xiao Ji is more likely to be one."

"He'll tie a knot."

"You didn't watch the show?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"I don't watch variety shows, I never do. Those celebrities acting silly and cute is boring, I'd rather go home and fish."

No wonder, I guess Dr. He from the emergency department doesn't really like watching the news, otherwise he should have known about something as big as Ji Xiang performing surgery on Neymar.

"Meng'er, can you really publish a paper with an impact factor of 3 or higher? I wouldn't believe it if someone else said that, but I really believe you! 10 is too expensive. If you have this ability, why don't you go out and make a lot of money?"

"If famotidine is the culprit, then the article will have a solution," Meng Qingfei said with a smile.

The emergency room doctor paused for a moment. Seeing that Meng Qingfei didn't seem to be lying, he suddenly became conflicted.

"Xiao Ji won't hold it against me; he doesn't lack papers."

"Ugh, I've been reading a novel these past few days, and it's about a top student who's really enjoying publishing papers! He can publish in the top journals whenever he wants, just like that. I was thinking, how great would it be if I could be like that?"

Meng Qingfei refreshed the webpage, but still received no response.

He said casually, "Xiao Ji performed surgery on Neymar in Lin'an and is now observing Neymar's recovery. Two top-tier SCI papers have already been published."

"!!!" Countless exclamation marks appeared above the emergency room doctor's head, and his eyes changed, radiating intense heat.

"Which journal?" he asked eagerly, seemingly forgetting that he had just called Ji Xiang a "little star".

"The Lancet and European Sports Medicine."

"!!!"

"The latter has a slightly lower impact factor and is not very significant, but it is a specialized journal. In the field of orthopedics, it has a very large influence," Meng Qingfei said.

"How big is the impact factor? Is it 1?"

"I glanced at it yesterday, it seems to be around 3.

The emergency room doctor was in tears.

This is already a top-tier journal that is unattainable, so how come it is considered a weak journal by Meng Qingfei... no, by Ji Xiang?

Indeed, journals with an impact factor of 3.x are somewhat weaker than The Lancet, but to publish an article in such a journal requires at least 10 yuan and depends on luck; it's not something you can just do whenever you want.

The emergency room doctor's eyes were all red, as if he had caught conjunctivitis.

Meng Qingfei updated the results again, this time showing the liver function test results.

He stared intently at it.

In just one night, after discontinuing famotidine and starting liver-protective medication, the patient's liver function has recovered significantly. Although it is not yet normal, a recovery trend can be seen compared to the last examination.

"Old He, look." Meng Qingfei breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew Xiao Ji was right."

The emergency room doctor wanted to argue, but because Meng Qing insisted on helping him write the paper, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Alright!" Meng Qingfei slammed his hand on the table. "We've got work to do today."

"What are you going to do?"

"With the patient data, a paper can be written quickly. Old He, it's a deal, I won't ask you for more." Meng Qingfei chuckled.

"If you can actually write it, the money isn't much," the emergency room doctor said.

"Unfortunately, I'm not Xiao Ji, otherwise I could take a Lancet paper to the chief residents of various departments, and they would be willing to sell their entire fortunes."

This sounds exaggerated, but it sounds perfectly normal to people in the industry.

A paper published in a top-tier international journal can sustain a doctor for at least ten years, enough for a doctor to progress from resident physician to chief physician.

In other words, a single paper is equivalent to a lifetime of smooth sailing.

Anyone with a sound mind would spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a research paper.

"Meng'er, did Xiao Ji really publish a paper in The Lancet?"

"What? You want to go find Xiao Ji?" Meng Qingfei said with a hint of sarcasm.

"No, no, no, I'm too old. A Lancet article wouldn't be of much use to me. The resident physicians need it more. What I mean is..."

The emergency room doctor swallowed hard.

"My son will graduate from university in a few years. If he could get his name listed in a Lancet paper..."

(End of this chapter)