top student at medical school

May 26th was just an ordinary Monday!

It was also the last Monday of May, and the sweltering heat of Han City was affecting everything around it.

Fang Ziye rushed from the parking lot to the ward in the morning, his back soaked with sweat.

There are still empty spaces in the parking lot of the new hospital campus, but the parking spaces are getting further and further away from the departments.

Even Fang Ziye wouldn't have his own dedicated parking space.

Fang Ziye did not go to the chief inpatient office, but went directly to the director's office!
In the office, Hu Qingyuan and Lan Tianluo stood facing each other, watching Jie Han fiddling with the computer.

Fang Ziye's junior fellow student, Jie Han, came all the way from our campus!

Upon hearing the door open, Jie Han said, "Senior brother, Tian Luo and I have checked many times, and the relevant data on case reports of spinal cord injury functional reconstruction surgery have been collected."

"The submission format has been adjusted. Should we send it out now?"

Fang Ziye nodded and replied, "You and Tianluo have checked it many times, and I've looked at it twice too. There's no need to worry about it anymore."

"You can just click to go."

"No, let me check the author order again. Don't mess it up, or the other professors will have objections!" Fang Ziye changed his mind midway.

Jie Han turned the computer around.

After confirming that he was only a co-corresponding author and that the order of the other co-corresponding authors and first authors was not wrong, Fang Ziye then moved the article's content down to the section on contributions.

After seeing that his and Liao Jia's contributions were clearly stated, he nodded slightly: "Okay, that's fine."

"The key and soul of this project is Professor Liao and me. Although Liao Jia seems indifferent to fame and fortune, we can't think of him that way."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han nodded in unison.

Hu Qingyuan said, "I didn't really feel it before, but during the time Professor Liao was away, although Brother Shang Kunpeng's abilities were also good, he was at least a whole level below Professor Liao!"

"No one can replace Teacher Liao in her current position!"

After Hu Qingyuan finished speaking, Fang Ziye and the other two looked in the direction of Jie Han at the same time.

Liao Jia's ability is so special because it is a result of "mutation," allowing him to forge a path that no one else can replicate.

Jie Han said, "I can't do it either, senior brother, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Then I'll click submit."

"I wonder if Jama's subsidiary journal will give us any face, since it's just a case report!"

Fang Ziye chuckled and said, "What I mean is, Jie Han, if you can get through this, then your position will be irreplaceable."

Upon hearing this, Jie Han sighed softly: "What's the use then?"

"However, senior brother, I recently discovered something very strange, and I don't know how to tell you about it."

After watching Jie Han click submit, Fang Ziye opened the hot dry noodles and stirred them as he said, "Just say it, use your mouth. I don't understand sign language."

"You can't exactly say that in Korean, can you?"

Jie Han said, "Senior Brother Li Yuanpei has been contacting many people recently!"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, I know. I instructed him to contact the person."

Fang Ziye didn't find it strange.

Fang Ziye needed people, but his team had limited manpower. With not enough people in the entire trauma surgery and orthopedics departments, Fang Ziye had no choice but to seek help from outside.

Jie Han said, "But among these people, there are many academicians."

“If you, senior brother, were to personally handle this, I think it might be possible to get a reply from the academician.”

"But Senior Brother Li Yuanpei made the contact himself. I don't understand how he managed to gather all these academicians together."

"Tianluo, can you do it?"

Lan Tianlu was speechless upon hearing this.

Jie Han looked at Hu Qingyuan.

Hu Qingyuan hurriedly shook his head: "Uncle-Master Jiehan, I can't do it either!"

When Fang Ziye is present, Hu Qingyuan will address Lan Tianluo and Jie Han as Uncle-Master. If Fang Ziye is not present, Hu Qingyuan will usually address them as Senior Brother.

All things considered, Lan Tianluo is only one year older than Hu Qingyuan, while Jie Han is four years older than him.

"Professor Deng Yong is all smiles now."

After Jie Han finished speaking, he squinted and recalled the past: "If Professor Deng could have foreseen all of this years ago, that would have been terrifying."

"But, I can't find any other reason..."

"After all, although Li Yuanpei is quite outstanding in your year, he is still slightly inferior to you and Xiong Jinhuan."

"Before Li Yuanpei, there were other senior brothers, but I never saw Professor Deng Yong so protective of his own."

In the past, Fang Ziye would not have been able to answer Jie Han's question.

Now that he had a more thorough understanding of Deng Yong, Fang Ziye said, "Li Yuanpei is Deng Yong's true last disciple. He should have learned Professor Deng's true teachings by now!"

"But whether the student can surpass the teacher remains to be seen."

Fang Ziye was familiar with Deng Yong's rise to power.

It cannot be called the right path, nor can it be called the wrong path.

Jie Han's eyes darted around: "Could it be that some of the rumors circulating in the department about Professor Deng are true?"

"Did Professor Deng rely on currying favor with Professor Duan Hong before?"

Fang Ziye corrected him: "To lick without being able to do anything, that's just licking; to get close and then make a leap forward, that's called learning!"

"Tell me, isn't my master's professional skills amazing?"

"Even if he hadn't taken that step, his professional abilities would still be top-notch among professors..."

Learning is perfectly legitimate, as long as it doesn't involve taking crooked paths or harming others.

Is it considered a crooked way to gain learning opportunities by flattering teachers, classmates, or friends?
If that's the case, then no one in this world can truly inherit the teacher's teachings!
If you act superior to your teacher, why should he teach you real skills?

Jie Han remained silent upon hearing this.

The conversation seemed to be heading in the wrong direction, and the sensible Hu Qingyuan immediately changed the subject: "Master, didn't you say that professors abroad are quite direct?"

"Why is Professor Ryan being so polite this time?"

"Your words are full of social niceties, aren't they? You're practically being praised to the skies."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye sniffed but did not reply.

Lan Tianlu, speaking with the air of someone who had been there, said, "Qingyuan, although I haven't been abroad yet, I know that people overseas admire strength even more than people in China."

"Moreover, the rules of survival and competition are even more ruthless abroad."

The phrase "the capable rise, the weak get out" has been perfectly embodied. If you don't have the absolute strength to conquer your opponent, you'll see their true colors.

Hu Qingyuan suddenly realized.

"Alright, Jiehan, are you going to rest here a little longer, or go straight back?"

"After submitting, we just wait for feedback," Fang Ziye asked.

Fang Ziye was naturally in charge of writing the thesis; he was the absolute soul and core of the research project.

Liao Jia knew Fang Ziye's team's Jie Han's writing skills and would definitely not be bothered by the fact that it was Jie Han who wrote the paper.

Fang Ziye would certainly not give anyone else the opportunity to write a paper. Nor would he be so generous as to defer to someone else who was leading the research project!
"Let me wait a bit, senior brother. I'm already here, can't I just leave without getting a free meal?"

“I’m just taking a walk around here. A change of scenery might make my thinking more flexible,” Jie Han said.

Fang Ziye said, "That's fine... but it's terribly hot outside... with your physique, you'll probably be drenched in sweat as soon as you step outside!"

"Why don't you just stay in the office and behave yourself?"

Jie Han readily agreed: "Alright, senior brother."

"Let's go, let's go do the shift handover and ward rounds..."

"..."

Fang Ziye had just stepped out of the house and was about to enter the doctor's office when he heard a commotion at the nurses' station.

“My dad’s condition is very serious. I came here for treatment, but I have to wait so long to be admitted to the hospital. What if something happens during this waiting period?”

"Can you shoulder the responsibility?"

"Don't you have any sense of human rights?" a middle-aged woman slammed her hand on the table.

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan said softly, "Master, people argue about hospitalization every day."

"Our ward is already booked up until September for patients with spinal cord injuries..."

The nurse on duty handled the situation with ease: "Family member, calm down. Do you think any patient waiting in line for a bed isn't in a serious condition?"

"You pick one, and you call him!!!"

“You can choose whichever you like, go and convince him yourself!” “Spinal cord injury is not an emergency, it’s an elective surgery, an elective condition, everyone is waiting.”

"As for what might happen while you're waiting, if you're particularly worried, there's an ICU downstairs! You can just go in and you definitely won't have any major problems!"

The family members were speechless upon hearing this.

"Are you still looking? The phone numbers of the families who have booked beds are all here, and you can get through to each one!" said the nurse on duty.

The family members softened.

How could she possibly dare to make the call? She was just certain that the nurse wouldn't dare to scold her. If she called someone else's family member, she would be verbally abused and have nowhere to seek justice.

"Nurse, sister, please, please let my dad be admitted to the hospital first. He's almost depressed because of his illness."

"He's so old, it's really difficult for him, could you please help him..."

The nurse on duty said, "There's no way to help. It's first come, first served. If everyone tries to help, it will be chaos."

"I sympathize with your father's situation, but every patient has a hard time!"

"You know what I mean. This kid is sixteen, the age when he should be in high school, but he dropped out after graduating from junior high and hasn't had a chance to go back to school yet."

"Isn't the college entrance exam important to him?"

“He has a long life ahead of him, he’s so young, he hasn’t even officially entered adulthood yet, I can’t let him cut in line just for his sake…”

"The patients who have made appointments with us include mothers, fathers, mothers' children, and fathers' children..."

"Your situation is just your own perception of being special!"

"Of course, besides our hospital, there are many other hospitals you can go to. You have the freedom to choose not to queue."

The woman said, "Where else can we go? Tell me, where can we go? Do you think I've never been before?"

"If I could think of any other way, would I have come here to beg you?"

The on-duty nurse, Chen Yutong, remained silent.
"I'm sorry, it's my job to queue up for appointments, and I can't let my emotions get the better of me."

"The elective surgery appointment system is a legally mandated system in my country," Chen Yutong said.

"Can you guarantee that all the inpatients here come in order?" the woman asked.

"Those who have made hospital appointments will be admitted in strict order, without any mistakes."

"Patients transferred to other departments will be given slight priority based on their length of hospital stay," Chen Yutong could only offer a partial hint.

There are only two family members who have made appointments so far: one is the family member of the little boy, and the other is the family member of the elderly person, namely the middle-aged woman!

She offered a relatively faster route, but whether the other party could actually implement it was beyond her control.

She would never say such a thing if there were more people around.

……

Fang Ziye didn't try to mediate the fight. After listening to the argument, he rubbed his face.

A spinal cord puncture locator that incorporates artificial intelligence must be developed as soon as possible; otherwise, no one can take over its work, and the number of patients with spinal cord injuries will continue to pile up!
If a technique is developed but only one person can perform it, then the development of that technique is unsuccessful.

A surgery is only a true surgical procedure if it truly benefits the patient; otherwise, it's just an extreme attempt at showing off!

But it takes time.

It takes a long time to develop an instrument that can achieve a puncture level of 5 or higher.

It will take at least two years.

Otherwise, it would be a disservice to the 'incredible realm' of a Level 5 national champion!
It might even be more than two years.

……

"I hope that after this case is published, it will attract a group of colleagues with excellent puncture skills to come and exchange ideas!" Fang Ziye said softly.

Hu Qingyuan was right next to Fang Ziye and whispered, "Master, I'm sorry, it's our fault! We're just too incompetent."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, that level is something you can only come across by chance."

"The spells we currently possess place too many demands on the caster. They are not yet mature spells."

"Currently, it's only at a level where we can use it, but we can't promote it widely!"

"..."

May 28, JAMA Neurology editorial office.

JAMA Neurology is an internationally authoritative journal in the field of clinical neurology published by the American Medical Association.

Ivy is a professional editor in the editorial department, receiving countless submissions every day.

With an impact factor of 20+, JAMA Neurology is a journal that experts and scholars in all neuro-related fields are eager to publish in.

Therefore, the papers he reads every day are of varying quality!

"Shit! How did such a garbage document as a case report end up in my inbox, insulting my home turf?"

“I wouldn’t give you ten seconds unless it was absolutely necessary to maintain professionalism.”

"You better hope your resume can impress me," Ivy said, holding her coffee.

The magazine editorial office isn't as glamorous as it seems; there are actually many editors who work regular hours.

Someone behind me said, "Why are there more case reports being submitted? Didn't we clearly state that we don't accept case reports?"

After opening the page, Ivy suddenly exclaimed, "NONONO! I just noticed that the contributor is a starred author I commissioned before!~"

"Wait, I need to recall."

"Chinese, Fang?!"

"Huh? Blore, come and see, am I seeing things???"

“How could something like this exist?” Ivy said.

"What?" Blore turned his chair around with interest, then pushed up his glasses.

"This procedure should be a self-named surgical procedure, but if I understand correctly, this word should refer to functional rehabilitation for patients with spinal cord injury or complete paralysis? Manufacturing?"

"What the hell is that?" Blore was also stunned.

But it was clear that this thing immediately caught their attention.

Spinal cord injury and total paralysis – these two labels practically spell out an incurable disease!
As editors of clinical neurology, they were naturally aware of spinal cord injury.

Even the most advanced treatments for spinal paralysis are only for patients with some function, not for patients with complete paralysis!
This clinical case is not about amplifying function, but rather...?

An hour later, the two had read through the paper in great detail.

They then exchanged a glance, and Bloor said, "Ivy, if this person isn't a starred author in your email, I'm pretty sure they're faking the data."

My colleague Lina just printed out a bunch of forms with all the information about Fang ZY's affiliated Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University as a communication unit: "Ivy, Professor Fang couldn't possibly have falsified the data!"

"He has published many papers, look!"

"It includes our main journal JAMA, Nature, and CAA clinical research!"

"These papers all seem to be groundbreaking."

“Professor Fang is also a starred author in my email. I once asked him to write an article, but he politely declined.”

"Perhaps it was because this research project happened to be related to neuroclinical practice, and they remembered our request for a paper, so they submitted it to us."

"We should treat this with caution. If this topic is real, even Nature cannot fully measure its scientific significance. It is what brought honor to Nature!"

"Should we report this to the editorial department of the main publication?" Bloor suddenly suggested.

Ivy and Lina thought for a moment and nodded: "Let's report it to the editor-in-chief first. This topic is too special and too important. This author is also one of the fastest-growing scholars in the field of surgery in recent years, without exception..."

"Professor Fang has now become one of the world's most renowned scholars."

……

Two days later, the JAMA editorial team decided to travel to Wuhan, China.

The clinical functional reconstruction of patients with complete paralysis due to spinal cord injury is such a special project that they dare not easily agree to publish or reject the manuscript without witnessing the entire process firsthand!

Even if it's fake, we should still hold onto a sliver of hope that it might be real.

If it's true, the whole world will be in an uproar and go crazy.

The era of spinal cord paralysis is about to turn a new page. From today onwards, the term "spinal cord paralysis" may no longer exist.

One day, it will exist in the history of medicine like smallpox...

One of the important historical milestones is the start of a new scientific research project.

Fang Ziye was unaware of all this; he simply continued doing his own thing as usual.

Moreover, Fang Ziye is quite busy!

He's busy taking care of the department's "Teletubbies"... (End of Chapter)