Healing Doctor

Chapter 729 Keeping Pace with the Times

Having found the diagnosis and the cause of the illness, Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

After communicating with the patient's family, Meng Qingfei subsequently prescribed diagnostic treatment.

Ji Xiang didn't leave immediately, but waited for the results of the diagnostic treatment. Although he knew the diagnosis was most likely correct, Ji Xiang still compulsively insisted on seeing the results.

Meng Qingfei was very happy. Although he didn't say anything to Ji Xiang, he hummed a little tune.

The barely audible sound carried a sense of joy and pleasure.

"Teacher Meng, when did you start using the internet for medical consultations?" Ji Xiang asked after reporting to the system NPC.

"That was many years ago. One day, a patient came to see me and said a lot of things that seemed plausible but were actually wrong. I found it strange at the time, so I asked for more details."

"Later we found out that he searched online and thought he had cancer, and even wrote his will."

"!!!"

"I was very curious at the time, so I went up and took a look. Back then, many things were not perfect, so I couldn't do anything about it. But after a few years, I gradually got used to opening my phone when I couldn't make a clear diagnosis."

"What do we call this? We call it keeping up with the times."

Ji Xiang scratched his head as he looked at Meng Qingfei's smug expression.

"Teacher Meng, these things are actually written in the book."

"I can't memorize them." Meng Qingfei gestured, making a "body-length" gesture, "Look, at least three body-lengths tall, how can I memorize so many books?"

Ji Xiang thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Even if you memorize it, it's difficult to find what you need in a sea of ​​information when you're in a hurry.

The human brain is not a computer, after all.

Even when seeking medical advice online, you still need to have search terms.

"Hey, look at you, you really think you can do anything? Let me give you an example," Meng Qingfei laughed. "Back when I was still a straight man, I went to the movies with the girl I was pursuing in college."

"It was really difficult to ask her out. We were quite conservative back then, and only about a quarter of us dated in college."

Ji Xiang looked at Meng Qingfei with a smile as he listened to his story.

"Back then, I was much sharper than I am now. The movie was a horror film, and insects almost the size of a person flew towards us and bit us. The girl was so scared that she immediately moved closer to me."

"Is it similar to telling ghost stories?"

"Hey, guess what I did, Brother Meng?"

"Of course, I'd just hug you," Ji Xiang said. "Or maybe I'd pat your head to make you feel less scared, or at the very least, hold your hand."

"Look, that's the difference. Back then, I was just showing off my memory. I told the girl, 'What's there to be afraid of? Insects can't grow that big because they don't have the heart structure of mammals. Their blood can't carry oxygen, and oxygen circulation can only rely on the natural diffusion of air within their bodies. So they die before they can grow that big.'"

"This is truly terrifying." Ji Xiang looked at Meng Qingfei and sighed.

"Right?" Meng Qingfei sighed. "Many years have passed, and now my memory can no longer remember everything I see, but I still remember this scene."

"It's alright, not a big regret. Actually, if it were me, I would probably say something similar."

"Huh?" Meng Qingfei was taken aback.

"Similar conclusions can be derived from the most basic physics and mathematics knowledge."

Strength comes from muscles, and the amount of strength depends on the cross-sectional area of ​​the muscles. Simply put, the thicker the arm, the stronger it is, not the longer it is.

If the scale is increased proportionally to twice its original size, the cross-sectional area increases fourfold, but the volume increases eightfold. If it is increased tenfold, the cross-sectional area increases one hundredfold, but the volume increases one thousand hundredfold.

So if a mosquito were to grow to 100 times its original size, it would probably only be about 20 centimeters tall. Although its strength would increase 10000 times, its weight would increase 1000000 times. Forget flying, it probably wouldn't even be able to stand up.

"But I'm just scared."

As Ji Xiang spoke, he grasped his right hand with his left.

Then she took your hand.

"..."

"If you don't meet him, it's just bad luck. Don't blame yourself, Teacher Meng."

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang carefully and finally confirmed that this guy wasn't trying to mock him.

"You really know how to comfort people," Meng Qingfei laughed. "Xiao Ji, are you sure what you just said didn't have an element of hurting someone's feelings?"

Ji Xiang thought about it carefully.

"Let's not talk about this." Meng Qingfei didn't care about Ji Xiang's "heart-wrenching" words. He changed the subject to avoid embarrassing Ji Xiang.

Are all straight men like this? I'll definitely think this way when I'm Ji Xiang's age.

The concepts of being understanding and empathetic, or sitting and discussing profound truths, are like fairy tales, existing only in beautiful imaginations.

Ji Xiang is just young; he'll be better when he's a few years older.

"I wrote a paper for Dr. He, the internal medicine doctor, a while ago. It's making progress."

"I heard from Professor He that the manufacturer is helping with the process, and it will be published very soon."

"Yes!" Meng Qingfei said with a hint of excitement, "We're lucky, really lucky."

"Congratulations, Professor Meng. You won't leave your name out of the paper, will you?"

"What are you thinking? Lao He gave me some money to buy me first author status, and I'm second author," Meng Qingfei said. "The key is, this stuff takes too long and is very troublesome. By the way, Xiao Ji, don't underestimate papers, and don't think they're useless."

"Don't be like me when I was young, arrogant and conceited. I didn't have any talent at all. Looking back now, it was all my own fault."

"Okay," Ji Xiang replied, following Meng Qingfei's lead. "I've been writing papers and have already published quite a few. Professor Meng, please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

"A lot?" Meng Qingfei was taken aback.

He knew that Ji Xiang had published papers in top journals, but he didn't know what "many" meant!

"Thirteen articles, I think, and two more are currently under review."

Meng Qingfei frowned and stared intently at Ji Xiang.

"Teacher Meng, what's wrong?"

"Is it a journal with 'China' in its title? Did you go to the south and meet some academician? That's impossible. If an academician makes a request, and the journal gets one or two papers published, that's already giving them a lot of face. The publication space has already been reserved; it's very difficult to squeeze in."

"They're all SCI articles. I prefer those with an impact factor above 20. I'm not interested in papers with very low impact factors. They won't be very useful for future arguments, so I gave up on them."

"..."

If Meng Qingfei were a few years younger, he would grab Ji Xiang by the collar, pin him against the wall, and beat him up.

The Chinese Journal of General Surgery, his specialty's top domestic journal, has an impact factor of only 0.89, less than 1. A single paper in it is enough for a doctor in a municipal-level tertiary hospital to advance in their career.

Moreover, the difficulty of this thing increases exponentially.

Ji Xiang is unbelievable!

There are plenty, and they're fast!

The key question is, why did it happen so quickly?

Meng Qingfei was somewhat puzzled.

At this moment, Lin Jiuze shared the same doubts as Meng Qingfei.

(End of this chapter)