Healing Doctor

Chapter 735 of the paper was published in JAMA.

"No, if I fail, I can just go home and inherit the family fortune. It's not much, but I won't have to use my brain for the rest of my life, which is pretty good."

"Well……"

Zhao Zhe couldn't understand Ji Xiang's logic at all.

Ji Xiang also recognized this, and he said with a smile, "My childhood friend said it was starting a business, but actually it was acquiring a project and raising investment. He is currently a senior executive in the company."

The company is in the pre-IPO stage, but has not yet received the promised share quota.

The team originally gave them 5%, but now the estimated market value is 7 billion, yet they only gave them 3%.

He was dissatisfied, so he started a big side business, earning about 20 million a month, and it wasn't a short-term income; he estimated it could last for several years.

The investigation revealed that the executives had conducted due diligence before the IPO, and now they dare not keep the money in their own accounts, having nowhere else to put it but holding onto some cash.

Zhao Zhe was completely confused.

This thing was too far removed from him, just as Ji Xiang couldn't feel how much a little extra salary would change his life.

Lin Jiu quietly sat down and listened attentively.

He used to think Ji Xiang was just showing off, but after talking to his teacher on the phone today, Lin Jiu's perception of Ji Xiang completely changed.

"My childhood friend suddenly realized that he couldn't carry much cash at all, so he was very distressed."

Aside from those with vested interests, my friends and senior executives are all people I can't accept money from. Even if a relative accepts 20-50 yuan on my behalf, I feel it's a big deal, which is also a problem.

Moreover, once the project starts, it's impossible to stop; none of the people involved in the profit chain want it to stop.

"His current problem is that he has too much money and doesn't know what to do with it."

I have too much money and I don't know what to do with it.

Zhao Zhe pulled out his hair.

"This person is someone who has something important to do. I know a rich kid in America," Lin Jiu suddenly said.

"His hobbies are unusual. Dr. Zhao, guess what he likes?"

Zhao Zhe was startled by the sudden voice, but he quickly realized it was Lin Jiuze.

Hearing Lin Jiu's question, Zhao Zhe replied weakly, "Just indulging in debauchery, what else can I do?"

"He likes to go up the mountain to cut down trees."

"Cut down trees?"

"Yes, his greatest hobby is the smell of sawdust flying everywhere when a chainsaw cuts through century-old or thousand-year-old trees."

"What kind of weird hobby is this? Aren't luxury cars and beautiful women good enough?" Zhao Zhe grumbled.

"Perhaps luxury cars and beautiful women are too easy for them," Lin Jiu said seriously. "Things that are too easily obtained are not cherished."

"Pretty much." Ji Xiang smiled slightly. "I have a friend who was full of vigor when he first came back from studying in the United States, ready to make a name for himself. But then, he was cheated twice by his friends and became disheartened."

"He's tired of nightclubs and street racing; his hobby is being Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man?" Zhao Zhe asked, puzzled.

"They're the kind of workers who clean the exterior surfaces of high-rise CBD buildings."

"!!!" Zhao Zhe was speechless.

He couldn't imagine that a rich kid would be interested in such a dangerous job.

"He enjoys it immensely. Making money isn't important; he just likes the feeling of working. That's what he said, but I don't believe it. I think he enjoys the feeling of being spied on from outside the window."

"!!!"

"Furthermore, a friend of mine went to teach in a rural area. He didn't have any lofty patriotism; he just felt that place was peaceful. In the battle for the inheritance, he was at a disadvantage. He went there to cultivate his mind and body, learn hand seals, and nourish his qi, hoping to live to be a hundred years old. In the end, whoever lives the longest will have a greater chance."

"!!!"

Mudra, volunteering as a teacher, cultivating inner strength, second-generation rich.

With all these jumbled words combined, Zhao Zhe couldn't understand what the person was really thinking.

"There was a TV series a few years ago that was quite popular. The villain's son was also a rich second-generation who liked to fish with electricity. Do you remember it?" Xu Leyu suddenly said.

"I remember." Zhao Zhe nodded blankly. "At the time, I thought it was for the sake of the plot, an artistic embellishment."

"There are many similar cases. For example, Dr. Ji is passionate about medicine. If it were someone else, they would want to learn a skill so they can make a name for themselves or at least earn a living. But I think Dr. Ji doesn't lack money; he's just doing it for fun."

Xu Leyu said.

Ji Xiang scratched his head, realizing he had a purpose, and it wasn't just for fun.

But there's no need to say these things to them; saying too much will only make things worse.

Lin Jiu had long been forgotten, and he quietly observed Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang's phone vibrated, and he picked it up and glanced at it.

"Dr. Lin."

"I'm here." Lin Jiuze subconsciously stood up, as if facing a senior doctor.

"JAMA has agreed to publish that article," Ji Xiang said. "In the latest issue, it's probably in the top three positions."

Lin Jiu was instantly turned into a puppet.

JAMA?

JAMA!

Ji Xiang really doesn't care about journals with an impact factor below 20; he only goes for JAMA!

"What kind of magazine is JAMA?" Zhao Zhe asked, puzzled.

"It's one of the four major medical journals and is known as an 'international journal.' You don't even know what JAMA is?" Lin Jiu said casually.

In a daze, Lin Jiu spoke from his heart, his tone filled with strong sarcasm.

But Zhao Zhe didn't care at all. He couldn't even see Lin Jiuze, and he forgot about him as soon as he turned his head. He wouldn't care about such a little bit of ridicule.

It's not normal for a low-level, old doctor not to know about JAMA.

"Is it that impressive?" Zhao Zhe asked.

"You know the journals *Nature* and *Science*, right?"

"Know."

"JAMA's impact factor has consistently been between these two journals, and sometimes even surpasses them."

"!!!" Zhao Zhe was stunned.

If someone in China can publish a paper in Nature or Science, it's a big deal that will go viral!

Ke Jixiang casually mentioned that the article he had just written could be published in JAMA.

"It's different, it's different." Seeing Zhao Zhe's expression, Ji Xiang knew he had misunderstood, so he chuckled and comforted him, "You can't judge this kind of thing by its impact factor. We just wrote a paper; it's not groundbreaking."

Wed

paper

Lin Jiu expressed great regret over Ji Xiang's statement.

Who would publish a paper so low-quality that it's in JAMA?

He felt lost, but then he thought of something—what about the teacher?

Compared to JAMA, RADIOLOGY is not worth mentioning.

Lin Jiu's usually calm face gradually became filled with expressions of frustration, helplessness, and despair.

"Dr. Ji Xiang." Lin Jiu looked at Ji Xiang seriously.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Dr. Lin?"

"As far as I know, a paper needs to go through four rounds of review to be published in JAMA. Yours is too fast."

"It's also possible that your paper is exceptionally well-written," Ji Xiang replied with a smile.

Lin Jiu almost spat out a mouthful of blood.