Doctor of Healing

Chapter 673 Who am I!
The Lancet was made by his family!

Lin Jiu slandered in his heart.

Ji Xiang sneezed, rubbed his nose, and continued to write papers on the computer.

There are at least 10 papers that can be written about Neymar's recovery observation, this is what the system NPC told Ji Xiang.

Zhao Dali's reputation is small, and few people follow him, so he can write at most 2 articles.

The reality is that.

Jixiang re-read the content of the email, and asked Neymar's medical team for today's physical examination and physical data, and sorted out his thoughts.

The format and writing of the thesis were taught by the system NPC in the system operating room. Jixiang tried it and felt that it was all the same.

The system NPC is a treasure, as long as it has something to do with medicine, he will always have an answer.

"Xiao Ji, the format of the thesis seems to be different from what we usually write." Meng Qingfei watched Ji Xiang write the thesis thoughtfully.

Originally, Ji Xiang came to the emergency department to accompany Meng Qingfei on duty to see emergency patients, but Meng Qingfei asked to see Ji Xiang write a thesis.

He has never published a paper in foreign SCI, and Meng Qingfei is particularly curious about why Ji Xiang can publish two top-level papers in a short period of time.

Meng Qingfei's English level is not low, and he belongs to the kind of person who can understand a little bit.

Something is just a layer of window paper.

Ji Xiang began to explain to Meng Qingfei the technical points that the system NPC had said.

Yes, technical points.

For skilled workers, publishing papers in foreign journals is actually a technical job, which is the technical job of skilled workers.

The reason why Meng Qingfei has never published a paper, in Ji Xiang's opinion, is mainly because the writing format is wrong, foreign reviewers are dizzy at a glance, and pass it directly.

Otherwise, based on Meng Qingfei's clinical experience, several case reports would definitely be published, which do not belong to the category of Shui papers.

"I have never been willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy an SCI paper." Meng Qingfei said, "If you look at it this way, I really want to find a way to make a fortune."

"Oh?" Ji Xiang looked back at Meng Qingfei.

Meng Qingfei's face was full of smiles, and he looked like a thief. It seemed that he was not lying.

"Teacher Meng, you learn so fast!"

"That's who I am." Meng Qingfei boasted.

The young talent degenerates into an emergency doctor after coming to the hospital...Meng Qingfei's mentality is so good that he can brag like - who am I!

There is really no one else.

"Old He!" Meng Qingfei yelled when he heard someone talking in the corridor.

"Meng'er, what's the matter?"

A male doctor in his 50s came in. He was the emergency physician on duty tonight.

"What's wrong with your height?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"It's much worse."

"A sci with a score above 3.0, should you buy it or not?"

"How much? I asked, 3.0 for those above 10." Lao He said hesitantly, "I don't want to climb up any more. The purpose of promotion is to earn more for retirement in the future. It hurts me to spend 10."

"4." Meng Qingfei said with certainty, "The first author."

"!!!" The emergency physician's eyes widened, "Meng'er, do you have this connection?"

"I write it myself."

"Cut." The emergency physician said contemptuously, "If you had this ability, you would have stopped working in the emergency department a long time ago. Do you remember Xiao Chen from the Department of Circulatory Medicine a few years ago, the one who specialized in scientific research in the department."

"I remember." Meng Qingfei nodded.

"He has opened a company now and specializes in writing papers. The 10 I said was the price given by his company. It is a bit expensive. Xiao Chen told me that the requirements for journals with an impact factor of 3 or above are stricter. Simply put, they have Fame requires face, and the quality of the thesis must be excellent, not too lowly."

"Of course I know. I'll write it first, post it first, and you can just give me the money after it's published." Meng Qingfei said.

"If that's the case, then I'll do it." The emergency physician looked at Meng Qingfei with a smile, as if reading a joke.

"You guys are busy, I'm going to see the patient." The emergency physician said, "I left a tricky patient for me last shift, it's a headache."

"What disease?"

"Stomach hurts. It got better after taking acid-suppressing drugs. After returning home for a few days, the liver function is not good. I will observe tonight, and there is no bed in the gastroenterology department! Damn it."

After the emergency physician left, Meng Qingfei and Ji Xiang "consulted" for some technical details.

Ji Xiang knew very well that Meng Qingfei was not joking, and the few points he asked himself later were the main points.

You can read it once, and it can lead to more things. Meng Qingfei is really awesome.

Just such a person, reduced to the emergency department.

"Mr. Meng, you are too powerful." After Meng Qingfei finished asking and Ji Xiang explained, he said with emotion.

"If I'm really awesome, I'm at least the director of the department now, and I'm still in the emergency department for a long time?" Meng Qingfei smiled and said, "Let me tell you, in the past, prisoners were exiled to Ningguta, and old Maozi was exiled to Siberia. , The exiles in our hospital go directly to the emergency department or to the fever clinic."

"Mr. Meng, why don't you go to the south?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei smiled and said nothing.

A few patients came, Meng Qingfei went to deal with them, Ji Xiang called for assistance, and they were quickly resolved.

"Mr. Meng, your technical level is very strong, and you will be blind if you stay in the emergency department." Ji Xiang repeated the old saying.

"What's the matter? My temper is not suitable for management. When I go back to the ward, I am like Senior Colonel Wang. I have surgery every day, and I am exhausted." Meng Qingfei said, "The emergency department is good. Don't worry about it after work. One or two weeks a week After finishing a class, I can help the children with their homework when they go home.”

"..."

Is this also considered as everyone has their own aspirations?

Ji Xiang scratched his head.

"I used to know an old doctor. I was amazed by his high level of surgery. In the end, when he retired, he was not even an attending doctor." Meng Qingfei said.

"why?"

"He doesn't want to take the exam." Meng Qingfei said, "In his words, exams, what qualifications do they have to test me?"

"I remember it was the old man's old way in the past." Ji Xiang said, "It seems to be the beginning of the 21st century."

"You remember wrongly, it's a practice certificate, not a promotion." Meng Qingfei said.

Ji Xiang nodded again and again, he had never experienced that time and years, it was all hearsay.

However, the old doctor Meng Qingfei mentioned was indeed quite arrogant and extreme.

"At that time, if anyone in the hospital couldn't come to the stage, they all asked him to take a look. The operation he performed was really good. I watched an operation on intestinal adhesions. After seeing it, I was shocked."

"Just keep doing surgeries and not even get promoted, is that okay?"

"I'm not as extreme as him, and of course my level is not as high as his." Meng Qingfei raised his eyebrows, as if he had something to say to Ji Xiang, "I just think the papers and scientific research required for promotion are fucking nonsense."

"We are usually so busy that we can't even eat. Where can we find time to do scientific research? You think so. And scientific research will definitely cause problems due to wrong directions. If there are problems, you won't be promoted?"

(End of this chapter)