Healing Doctor

Chapter 767 Papers with High Traffic

"It's just a matter of practice; you'll get used to it after doing it a lot," Ji Xiang said. "Publishing an SCI article isn't that difficult; the challenge lies in the number of citations."

What is citation count?

Tang Yan had no idea about these advanced terms, so she asked curiously.

Although Ji Xiang is young, he always manages to come up with some strange and unusual terms.

Just like the number of citations, Tang Yan has never heard other professors or experts mention it.

Everyone at the Second Affiliated Hospital takes pride in publishing an SCI paper; whether others cite it or not is a "minor detail."

"Simply put, the number of citations is the popularity or traffic of a paper," Ji Xiang replied simply.

"This paper actually gets traffic?!" Tang Yan exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course there are no papers on water, but we have all the proper papers," Lin Jiu said calmly, startling Tang Yan.

Why is there someone here?!

However, after working with many other female celebrities, Tang Yan gradually accepted this.

"Good papers will be cited, and generally speaking, 10 citations are considered a passing grade."

"Citations are an important indicator of the quality of an academic paper. A paper will be cited if it is valuable. Some classic papers will be cited hundreds or thousands of times, and more than ten citations will be considered a high citation count."

Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes and explained to Tang Yan in a gentler tone.

"And what about your thesis?" Tang Yan asked.

"Currently, it has only been cited over 200 times; we need to keep working on it."

"!!!"

Tang Yan strongly suspects that Ji Xiang is in Versailles.

Although she didn't understand it very well, Tang Yan felt it was very impressive.

Moreover, Ji Xiang has never been a braggart; what he said has basically come true.

"It's really not high." Ji Xiang explained with certainty, trying to show that he wasn't Versailles. "These days, as long as you're familiar with the writing format, you can write a whole series of papers."

Seeing that Tang Yan was still somewhat confused, Ji Xiang thought for a moment.

"You know about Zhang Heng's seismograph, right?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I know."

Tang Yan didn't understand why the seismograph was related to the thesis.

"I have a friend who is pursuing his doctorate at the China University of Geosciences," Ji Xiang said. "He was very interested in seismographs when he was in school, but he could never make one. Later, we worked together and customized a seismograph based on the shape in the pictures."

"Ugh, what's the use of just looks?" Tang Yan said disdainfully.

"The dragon holds a bead in its mouth, controlled by a program that uses a web crawler to connect to a professional earthquake website in China. Once the earthquake website predicts an earthquake, the program will automatically start, and the bead will fall down."

"..."

"..."

"Although we don't know how Zhang Heng did it back then, what we've cobbled together seems to be similar," Ji Xiang laughed. "Or perhaps Zhang Heng was a time traveler who used the unique product we created."

"this……"

Lin Jiu was somewhat confused.

Zhao Zhe and Tang Yan didn't think much about Ji Xiang's so-called "seismograph," but Lin Jiu pondered it carefully and found it terrifying.

Although this product is counterfeit, it is remarkably detailed, demonstrating a creative and unconventional approach to design.

Expanding his thinking, Lin Jiu vaguely felt that he had received some inspiration.

Moreover, what Ji Xiang said was not nonsense; on the contrary, it confirmed some of Lin Jiuze's assumptions about the thesis.

"Finished, that's a wrap!" Ji Xiang turned and left the stage.

The surgery was completed today, and it was already late. Ji Xiang still had something on his mind.

Meng Qingfei was on duty, and Ji Xiang was going to keep him company.

After all, Meng Qingfei was the man Ji Xiang couldn't forget even after waking up from general anesthesia. Every time Ji Xiang thought about this, he would laugh to himself.

However, Ji Xiang was not in a hurry. After the patient was sent back to the ward under general anesthesia, he waited until the patient's condition stabilized before changing his clothes and leaving.

Upon arriving at the emergency department, a familiar smell greeted me.

The smell in the emergency room today was much stronger, probably because a patient had been resuscitated.

And it also smelled of vomit.

It seems the internal medicine department is also quite busy, with many patients needing gastric lavage due to alcohol poisoning.

After nearly half a year of training, Ji Xiang is now able to judge what the emergency department is doing just by the smell.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the emergency surgery outpatient department, Meng Qingfei saw Ji Xiang and tossed him a bunch of keys.

Ji Xiang familiarly put on Meng Qingfei's white clothes and busied himself with the task.

Around nine o'clock, I finally had some free time.

"Xiao Ji, you seem to have a lot of research lately, so you don't need to always keep me company on duty. If you want to meet up and chat, as long as I'm not on duty, let's go out for drinks," Meng Qingfei said to Ji Xiang while slumping in his chair.

Ji Xiang knew that Teacher Meng Qingfei was a little embarrassed.

"No, Professor Meng," Ji Xiang said. "It's good to come to the emergency room more often to gain some clinical experience."

"Clinical experience? Heh." Meng Qingfei laughed. "You used to always talk about how great your internship was. At first, I thought this kid was just bragging. A year of internship, how many patients could you meet, how much could you remember? It seems you really took it seriously during your internship."

Ji Xiang felt ashamed.

While it's true that I was very dedicated during my internship, clinical experience and many things are encountered when you experience things firsthand.

I had only said a couple of words when the sound of an ambulance came from 120.

Meng Qingfei sighed deeply, got up and walked out of the consultation room.

"From the surgery department?"

"Yes, while you were suturing, an ambulance called 120. A patient at a lower-level hospital had a pneumothorax who went into shock after closed drainage."

"Well……"

Ji Xiang was slightly taken aback.

"Is there any bleeding?"

"I don't know, let's see how it goes."

The stretcher was wheeled in, and Ji Xiang first looked at the chest tube hanging on the stretcher, which was positioned lower than the patient.

The water column in the chest intubation vessel was moving well, and no bloody fluid was drawn out, suggesting it was likely just a spontaneous pneumothorax.

Where does shock come from?

Continuing to examine the patient, Ji Xiang noticed that the patient was covered in sweat, had a pale face, and white eyelids.

His blood pressure was also low, at only 80/56 mmHg.

My first thought was hemorrhagic shock, but where did the blood come from?

Meng Qingfei had already requested an ultrasound, and after a thorough examination, no internal bleeding was found.

"Send him to the thoracic surgery department," Meng Qingfei said. "Tell the head of the thoracic surgery department that the patient is fine and can be discharged in a day or two."

The person accompanying the patient responded and pushed the patient away.

"Professor Meng, the patient... is hemorrhagic shock?" Ji Xiang asked doubtfully. "Aren't we going to do some other tests? I have a feeling he needs to be taken to the operating table to stop the bleeding."

"No, we've done all the necessary tests. It's just a simple spontaneous pneumothorax. The low blood pressure and slightly unwell appearance are normal."

"..."

Ji Xiang couldn't understand what Meng Qingfei was saying.

Teacher Meng Qingfei had already briefly described the characteristics of hemorrhagic shock, but then he said it was nothing serious.

"Haha, don't overthink it. I didn't kick the patient out of the hospital. Sending them to the inpatient department is much better. It's just that the boss keeps nagging me, saying I'm admitting patients indiscriminately."

With doubts in his mind, Ji Xiang focused his attention and went to the system's operating room.

(End of this chapter)