MMB Is Chapter 4 a bit weak at this point?
Is Chapter 4 a bit weak at this point?
Following my memory, I arrived at the third floor of the dormitory, where a damp smell hit my nose.
It has a faint, slightly fishy smell.
Clothes were hanging to dry on both sides of the corridor.
Some clothes that weren't wrung out properly were still dripping water...
The floor and walls are covered with a map of water stains that never seem to dry, a mix of wet and dry.
This is a student dormitory from 10 years ago.
It is said that the graduate student dormitories at Xiangya Hospital were still like this in 17.
Taking out his key, Chen Zhuoan opened the dormitory door, its green paint peeling off.
Inside was a four-person room with a light yellow paint finish, featuring bunk beds and desks underneath. Two classmates were huddled together, moving a computer.
They turned around, saw Chen Zhuoan, and waved: "Old Chen, come and see quickly."
"That bastard Liao Jiacun has already published a Q2 paper, and it's a basic research paper, not a meta-analysis."
The speaker was Liu Chun, Chen Zhuoan's classmate, who had a pointed chin and a round head.
Papers in the second quartile are, of course, those in the second quartile of the SCI (Science Citation Index) as defined by the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and are not core journals in Chinese.
The publication requirements for papers in Zone 2 are very high.
And this happened 10 years ago.
Chen Zhuoan calmly hummed in agreement, casually took off his backpack and placed it on his seat, then moved over.
Liu Chun and the other person stood around Liu Chun's seat, where the poster was still of "Kobe".
This is Liu Chun's only idol.
Another classmate, Chen Chunyu, had a broad face and fair, chubby skin: "Old Chen... the group chat announced you're planning to apply to study abroad?"
As soon as Chen Chunyu finished speaking, Liu Chun nudged him and winked at him.
Chen Zhuoan and others were among the first batch of students in the eight-year clinical medicine program at Xiangya School of Medicine, Central South University. In June of this year, they will be entering their seventh year.
According to the eight-year education plan, the seventh and eighth years of the eight-year system are the stage for personal development.
Students can choose between short-term or long-term international exchange programs based on their own wishes and future development plans.
This is not a place that everyone can go to; it's based on merit.
Chen Chunyu said, "Don't poke me. Old Chen can choose whether or not to sign up. We have to tell him about this."
"Chen Zhuoan, I'll send you the application form."
Chen Zhuoan remained silent after entering the room because he was sorting through some "distant" memories.
Eleven years ago, Chen Zhuoan's overall academic performance was not outstanding in the entire grade.
At this point, he had not yet delved into clinical practice, nor had he fully entered Chen Zhuoan's comfort zone of talent.
Although Chen Zhuoan's GPA was good, it was still difficult for him to stand out among the eight-year program students.
However, that happened a long time ago.
Chen Zhuoan no longer needs to go abroad to "teach".
Chen Zhuoan calmly pulled out a water bottle from his backpack and approached, saying, "Thank you... I don't plan to sign up."
Upon hearing this, Chen Chunyu turned his head, offering honest but unpleasant advice: "Old Chen... to be honest, don't be angry."
"A girlfriend is just a girlfriend; she may not necessarily become a wife in the future."
"Don't let this delay your own progress."
"A resume with overseas experience is still very valuable."
"Besides, you and your wife have a good relationship. Even if you go abroad, you two might not break up."
Chen Zhuoan smiled casually: "Nonsense... I'm too lazy to go."
What is he doing abroad now? Is he going abroad to teach?
He might as well stay in the country and teach.
Chen Chunyu is now his classmate; after graduation, they will go their separate ways.
Fifteen years later, 25 years later, they eventually became research partners.
Chen Chunyu is a genuine person who always speaks and acts truthfully and sincerely; he's a kind person with a sharp tongue.
Liu Chun stroked his pointed chin and sighed, "A beauty's knee, a hero's grave, and childhood sweethearts."
"No matter how you try to persuade them, it's all in vain."
"Stop messing around..." Chen Zhuoan glanced at the paper the two were reading and then lost interest.
These SCI Q2 papers are purely tedious and repetitive work, and not important research progress.
He glanced at it and knew that it was just a few combinations of techniques used to manipulate the system.
Chen Zhuoan even retrieved the full text of his thesis from his memory.
For an eight-year program student, Liao Jiacun's ability to accumulate so much work and publish Q10 SCI papers in his sixth year is quite remarkable.
"You guys go ahead and read... I'll read for a bit by myself," Chen Zhuoan said.
Chen Chunyu: "I've sent you the form. You really don't plan to apply to study abroad and give it a try?"
"Okay, you guys fill it out, I'm not doing this anymore." Chen Zhuoan's reply was very firm.
After finding his seat, Chen Zhuoan habitually tossed his phone onto the table.
However, unlike the direct wireless fast charging of later generations, the E63 uses wired charging, and it is not fast charging, nor is it even the Type-C interface that was popular for a period of time in the previous life.
It's one of those old-fashioned small round charging ports.
Chen Zhuoan picked up his phone again, looked at it, found its charger next to the rotating display stand with Su Xiheng's photo, and plugged it in.
After turning on his computer, Chen Zhuoan quickly opened a Word document and began writing down his plans, both big and small, as was his habit.
This became Chen Zhuoan's work habit.
"1. The gradual advancement of the standard prevention and treatment program for sleep apnea syndrome."
"2. Guidelines for the prevention, treatment, and precise diagnosis of osteosarcoma via gene sequencing."
After Chen Zhuoan finished typing this line, he suddenly stopped.
He realized a very painful problem.
If she and Su Xiheng were to have another child, would she still hesitate?
Will she be a daughter?
From a probability perspective, even if they conceived on the same day, the probability of it being her is one in hundreds of millions.
If they weren't on the same day, the denominator of the probability would be orders of magnitude larger than the universe itself...
The reason her daughter is named Chichi is because she is a slow-paced person, which caused Su Xiheng to have to undergo a C-section instead of a natural birth, making Su Xiheng go through quite a long ordeal.
Chen Zhuoan had already chosen a nickname for her, but later changed it to "Chichi"!
Chen Zhuoan then wrote down the general direction: "Integrate the old partners of materials science, computer science, artificial intelligence, mathematics, and fundamental physics in advance."
"To lay out the blueprint for modern medicine in China, at least in the field of orthopedics, we must break through the blockade on drugs, technology, and equipment within ten years."
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"All of the above depends on being able to start experimenting as soon as possible and assemble a team."
"The professor is the first choice, and the other two professors in the department are the first choice for the deputy team."
"Even an associate professor in the department could barely qualify as a team leader for a research group, based on..."
After completing all the plans, Chen Zhuoan had considered everything very clearly.
The current challenge lies in how to take control of the entire department, and even how to integrate the orthopedics departments in Hunan Province into a standardized medical consortium ahead of schedule.
Chen Zhuoan did not try to hide his typing from his two classmates.
Chen Chunyu, holding a glass of chilled Assam beverage, said sarcastically, "Old Chen, are you planning to abandon medicine for literature and follow in Mr. Lu Xun's footsteps?"
Chen Chunyu didn't mock Chen Zhuoan; he just felt that what Chen Zhuoan wrote was more like literary creation.
Chen Zhuoan took about three seconds to react before rubbing his slightly sore hands: "I want to write novels to earn money, is that not allowed?"
Chen Zhuoan also knew that some of his thoughts and ideas were absurd.
But this is the 21st century, the era of the explosion of online novels.
No matter how much you write, it's not an exaggeration.
Compared to the popular online novels of this era, which feature characters who can destroy a planet or galaxy with a single punch, this is quite different.
What Chen Zhuoan is writing now is just a minor skirmish.
After making the joke, Chen Zhuoan asked, "Chen Chunyu, have you considered changing your academic focus?"
"Stop dealing with liver and gallbladder issues for now, why don't you try orthopedics?"
"I'll send you a paper from a top-tier journal."
Chen Zhuoan first targeted his old acquaintance Chen Chunyu to recruit his old associates.
The eight-year program offers students great freedom in choosing a mentor and changing mentors to specialize in surgery.
Chen Chunyu didn't take Chen Zhuoan's words seriously at all: "Once your novel becomes a hit, you can teach me how to make money."
"I'm going to sleep. I have to go to the department tomorrow." Chen Chunyu turned around and went upstairs.
In fact, Chen Chunyu also knew that everyone was smart, and no one's IQ was much higher than others.
Chen Zhuoan's decision to prioritize his girlfriend over his studies must have its own reasons.
He was simply suggesting to Chen Zhuoan that he study more as a friend...
He didn't take Chen Zhuoan's offer to submit a paper seriously.
Chen Zhuoan was definitely bragging, but it wasn't anything particularly outrageous. Just smile and don't take it seriously.