Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Inside the dormitory, the ceiling spotlights emitted a bright light.

Guo Ziyuan and Wang Hai bought this specifically for easier reading; it's brighter than the ones in other dormitories.

The light beam slid down, illuminating Wang Hai's slightly bewildered gaze: "Where did you hear this gossip from?"

Wang Hai definitely wouldn't go to learn how to slaughter pigs.

But learning how to handle small animals like pigs in animal laboratories is a legitimate scientific research technique.

Guo Ziyuan is unlikely to make unreasonable demands.

At least when joking, one wouldn't use such a formal tone.

Guo Ziyuan was actually a little hesitant. The path to pursuing a doctorate in animal manipulation technology was actually taken by one of Wang Hai's junior classmates around 22.

At the time, he was only assigned to take care of the animals in the animal laboratory. Unexpectedly, over the years, he also learned how to handle laboratory animals.

As a result, he was noticed by Professor Ma Chuanfeng and became the "ace" of the group's animal laboratory!

It's 15 now, and there are still 7 years until 22. That junior is still a freshman.

Amen, little brother, your future holds endless possibilities. It's not that your senior brother doesn't want to take care of you.

"Isn't Professor Ma working on a project about the toughness of steel plates?"

"The toughness test of steel plates requires the use of large animals. After the test, the animals will need to be processed, and animal dissection and toxicity tests will be conducted."

"If no one in your research group knows these things, then you'll just have to send them to a research company and get ripped off."

"Optimizing steel plate design is a large, long-term, and far-reaching topic. Professor Ma certainly won't change the topic again," Guo Ziyuan could only explain to Wang Hai.

Doctoral supervisors have a great deal of autonomy.

He can choose "specialized" talents based on the needs of his research project.

Moreover, Ma Chuanfeng also has his own special recruitment quota.

These special admission slots are not included in the regular admission slots. And these special admission slots have usage restrictions.

Wang Hai's chubby eyebrows furrowed, his chubby nose pointed up, and he rubbed his chin with his chubby hand: "You're not trying to mess with me, are you?"

If someone else had made this suggestion, such as his senior brother, Wang Hai wouldn't have hesitated so much.

But this is Guo Ziyuan, and Guo Ziyuan's jokes with him have become a habit.

I also regard Guo Ziyuan as my "adopted son" and I don't have any special concerns about him just because he has become particularly outstanding.

Although I feel a little bittersweet, I still sincerely congratulate Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan couldn't explain it to Wang Hai so thoroughly; his position wasn't appropriate: "You definitely know more about the doctoral entrance exam situation than I do."

"Brother, this is the only sincere advice I can give you. Whether you go or not is up to you."

Guo Ziyuan yawned and then headed towards the restroom, intending to wash his face first.

Wang Hai was carefully considering Guo Ziyuan's words.

If Wang Hai still doesn't know what Ding Xianqi told Guo Ziyuan, then none of his teachers and senior classmates are reliable; they're all crooked and evil.

This sect will not survive!

After a long pause, he straightened up and leaned towards Guo Ziyuan: "I'll consider it. Professor Ma asked me to ask you, when exactly are you taking off?"

"He asked me to be your manual transmission driver."

Guo Ziyuan could understand the meaning of "take off," which meant going to prepare for the special exam!

If Guo Ziyuan succeeds in the special examination, and Professor Ding Xianqi is not currently a doctoral supervisor, then who will Guo Ziyuan study under for his doctoral studies?

That must be Ma Chuanfeng, right?

If Ma Chuanfeng wants to mentor a student like this, you definitely need to lend a hand beforehand, right?

Oh, Guo Ziyuan is in your group, but you didn't pay any attention to him before!

Once he passes the special exam, Ma Chuanfeng will come and add fuel to the fire.

Ma Chuanfeng should just be a complete goofball for the rest of his life. Why bother with a PhD?

Wang Hai meant well.

Guo Ziyuan felt disgusted by what he heard and cursed, "Fuck you, don't try to act all horny in front of me."

Wang Hai knew that Guo Ziyuan wouldn't give a definite answer about special exams, so he got down to business:

"My master also told me to tell you that if the things you asked Professor Huang to arrange are difficult to schedule, he can help you."

"What's going on?" Wang Hai asked, very curious.

Ma Chuanfeng didn't tell Wang Hai, and even when Wang Hai asked, he still didn't tell him, which made him even more curious.

Guo Ziyuan walked out the door, flicking water with his hand: "Go be a male model."

"Male model? You're going to debut?"

Wang Hai immediately reacted: "Wait a minute, what kind of old schemer are you going to serve?"

Guo Ziyuan knew that Wang Hai wouldn't treat him like a respectable person.

Going to accumulate rural experience in advance to prepare for promotion to associate senior professional title is too far, too far away from a professional master's degree, so far that even Ding Xianqi cannot arrange it.

Even wealthy people can't make such arrangements; only those with exceptional power and long-term vision can achieve this.

Guo Ziyuan couldn't announce it like this: "A senior colleague in the internal medicine department found me a side job, asking me to help a senior colleague in the endocrinology department with the debridement of diabetic foot ulcers."

"To borrow a paper from someone else."

Upon hearing this, Wang Hai immediately felt guilty: "I'm sorry, brother. I shouldn't have brought this up."

"Then call me godfather, and I'll forgive you." Guo Ziyuan walked to the table and wiped his face, his voice casual.

Even when they drank together in later generations, Guo Ziyuan and Wang Hai still wanted to be each other's godfathers.

"Why should I ask for your forgiveness? It wasn't me who told the professor to reject you during the interview."

"But speaking of which, how much research funding did Professor Ding give you? How come you only got one CSCD paper?"

To do scientific research, you need two things: talent and funding.

The better your talent, the more results you can achieve with less money.

The more money you have, the more research you can produce.

"Actually, it's not a small amount, over ten thousand. It's just that I'm too incompetent," Guo Ziyuan sighed.

His research talent is really too poor. In fact, a grant of a few hundred thousand yuan is more than enough to publish one or two SCI papers.

But what about talent?

How so?

Guo Ziyuan didn't feel that he had a particularly difficult time studying in high school, and he was admitted to Huazhong University of Science and Technology.

There are many people in the class who work harder than him; a second-tier university is the limit for them in the college entrance examination.

If you don't work hard, you won't even get into a second-tier university.

Wang Hai has already burned through nearly 400,000 yuan, so his output is much higher than Guo Ziyuan's.

This is where professors with master's degrees have an advantage: "Actually, it's about the same. Compared to theirs, my thesis and your thesis are at the same level."

Wang Hai also has SCI papers, but only in Zone 3 and Zone 2.

Liang Yuanhui published two papers in the first-tier journals, both with an impact factor of over five.

It's even more impressive than the papers published by Liu Chuntao, a new employee of our institute.

"That's perfect! You should become a male model!"

"I'm going to slaughter a pig. Tsk tsk, we two brothers are a perfect match, brothers in misfortune." Wang Hai laughed, quite satisfied with the current situation.

Guo Ziyuan said, "If we really can't make a living in the future, we'll do live streaming. I'll sing and dance while cutting meat, and you'll be in charge of slaughtering pigs in the back. We'll sell products together."

Wang Hai was bewildered: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"What is live streaming? What is product promotion?"

This was 15, when short video platforms were just emerging. At that time, the key to selling goods was still the platform, not short video sales.

In fact, the word hasn't even taken off yet.

"It's nothing, just going to sea!" Guo Ziyuan said.

Going into business is also a form of "going into business."

Wang Hai looked at Guo Ziyuan carefully, then shook his head seriously: "Go into business?"

"I know I can't beat you, I'd rather stay a doctor."

Guo Ziyuan retorted, "You talk as if you're better than me as a doctor."

"Isn't that right?" Wang Hai instinctively puffed out his chest and asked back.

But then it dawned on me that my memory was still stuck on the old Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan's current medical skills far surpass his: "It seems that's really not the case."

"You're fucking annoying."

"If I have time, I'd like to get sex reassignment surgery."

Wang Hai shamelessly joked with Guo Ziyuan, looking forward to his moment of glory: "When the time comes, I'll make you feel good."