White armor

Chapter 299 Immortal guides the way
"Let me take a look." Director You quickly opened his tablet and searched for the relevant professor.

"Forget it, no need to look for him." Principal Fan said righteously, "No matter whose class it is, it's been 20 minutes and he's not here yet! How disorganized and undisciplined!"

Principal Fan was so proud of himself that he was ready to target any professor from the medical university.

Moreover, Principal Fan felt that he was in the right in this matter, and no affiliated hospital could say anything.

“……” Director You felt something was wrong, and he still lowered his head to search in the Word document of the class schedule.

"My money has been deducted, my allowance for this month has been lost, and the school's evaluation has also been stopped. The professors in the affiliated hospital are really getting more and more outrageous. When evaluating professional titles, each one is more active than the other, just to have a good name to say."

"If you're a professor, you have to teach! You don't even teach, or you just find a junior doctor to take your place. What the hell!"

"We need to put an end to this evil trend. Otherwise, they will continue to push their limits and our teaching quality will not be satisfactory."

Principal Fan showed an attitude of killing a chicken to scare a monkey, his fifty-meter-long sword flashing with a cold light.

"Director You?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm taking notes." Director You quickly looked through the class schedule and said perfunctorily.

Principal Fan was somewhat dissatisfied and he glared at Director You fiercely.

But Director You seemed not to notice and was still looking at the class schedule.

"No matter who it is, ask their dean to come to me." Principal Fan said coldly.

"Principal Fan..."

"J!"

"Principal Fan, you..."

"I don't watch, and the professor doesn't come to class. Is that right?! No matter who it is today!" Principal Fan stood on the commanding heights and scolded indignantly.

"It's Professor Luo, Professor Luo." Director You didn't dare to keep the person in suspense and explained quickly.

"I don't care... ah?!" Principal Fan was stunned, his expression suddenly embarrassed, "Oh, Xiao Luo, he is very busy, really, can he ask for leave? He has my phone number, how much time can he waste by making a phone call."

Director You looked at Principal Fan with a complicated expression.

"If it doesn't work, find someone to teach the class. Professor Xiao Luo's assistant, I heard that when our medical university was selecting the most beautiful professor, his name was not on the list, but the girls' side pushed him up."

"This Xiao Luo is really rude. He just says hello when he's busy in the clinic." Principal Fan showed a kind smile on his face.

What I just said was like a fart, and I forgot it immediately. There was no such thing as killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.

A figure ran over hurriedly, very fast.

"Xiao Luo!" Principal Fan was looking around awkwardly. When he saw Luo Hao, he immediately raised his hand to greet him.

"Principal Fan, I'm sorry. There was just an emergency treatment and I'm late for class." Luo Hao explained as he ran.

When Luo Hao arrived in front of Principal Fan, he didn't even breathe.

This lung capacity, this coordination, he is really a young man, Principal Fan said in his heart. If I were to do the amount of exercise just now, I would probably have asthma.

"Principal Fan, I'm sorry. There was a group traffic accident and I performed two embolization operations before I got here. I didn't expect that I was still late. Sorry, sorry." Luo Hao apologized sincerely.

"Oh, look at what you said, human life is more important!" Principal Fan waved his hand, "You are busy with clinical work, so let me know in advance and Director You will handle it."

"Yes, yes, sorry." Luo Haoyu was still polite.

Principal Fan was a little unhappy, "Why are you being so polite to me? Go to class."

Luo Hao bowed and turned to go in.

Principal Fan had an idea and did not leave on his own. Instead, he followed Luo Hao into the classroom.

"Dear classmates, there was an emergency rescue today. I'm sorry I was late." Luo Hao apologized to his classmates.

The more courtesy you show, the less blame you will get. But Luo Hao's humble attitude doesn't seem like the kind of talent that a multinational corporation is trying desperately to poach, Principal Fan thought to himself as he sat in the back.

"It's late now. I'll send today's blackboard notes to the study committee members. Let's circulate them to each other and study them carefully."

“???” Principal Fan and Director You were both stunned.

"Let me tell you something that TV stations are not allowed to broadcast." Luo Hao smiled.

"???"

"???"

Countless question marks popped up in the classroom.

"The content of the lecture may change when you need it, so you should keep up with the times."

After Luo Hao finished speaking, he wrote the four letters "cell" on the blackboard.

"Half of you will be doctors in the future. Let me tell you how to publish papers and which journals are the most cost-effective."

"!!!" Principal Fan and Director You shuddered at the same time.

The students did not know the importance of this class, but Principal Fan and Director You knew.

This is a great man who has single-handedly pushed the medical university's scientific research rating into the top ten in the country!

If the CNS published within half a year could be converted into money, it would be enough to make you financially independent.

In order to apologize, Luo Hao didn't even give a lecture, but wanted to give students some practical information.

Principal Fan subconsciously touched the ballpoint pen.

Director You was also touching, but he was touching the air.

"Classmate, can you lend me a pen and paper?" Director You asked the student next to him.

The dean of studies and the principal in charge were sitting next to him, and the student almost cried. He stayed overnight and was going to catch up on sleep before attending classes.

Damn it, there are two unlucky people sitting next to me. Even so, who dares to catch up on some sleep?

Upon hearing Director You’s request, the students immediately handed the pen and paper to Director You.

"CNS is the world's top streamer. Let's start with C."

"Cell..."

Luo Hao began to talk about the origins and development of cells. His words were concise and precise, and all of them were valuable information.

Director You took careful notes.

If I were to sell this course, graduate students would be scrambling to get it.

"Cell has four major sub-journals and 23 other sub-journals."

Luo Hao wrote "Cell Stem Cell", "Cell Reports", "Cell Systems" and "Immunity" on the blackboard, and he began to explain the coverage of each sub-journal.

It was followed by 23 other sub-publications.

Next are the sub-publications of the sub-publications, and the most marginal publications that can use the name of "cell" to deceive people.

Director You was stunned.

Director You doesn’t even know most of the content.

"Cell" actually allows people to use its name to deceive people. The sub-journals of "Cell" are sub-journals of sub-journals, and they are like nested dolls.

“If you only want to delve deeper into clinical practice in the future and only want the lowest level of literature and just pass the review, I suggest you publish these.”

Luo Hao circled the 27 sub-journals of Cell.

"If you publish any more, it's a lie. It doesn't matter if it's published, but it's hard to tell when you meet an expert." Luo Hao continued, "If all the articles are published in this kind of journal, your mentor will say - if you get into trouble in the future, don't tell your mentor about it."

There was cheerful laughter in the classroom.

Principal Fan looked at the clear yet foolish eyes of the undergraduates and felt emotional.

When I was young, why didn’t anyone show me this clear path? Even if it’s a fake publication, it’s still Cell!

Next, Luo Hao began to lecture on "Nature" and "Science".

Like Cell, these top international journals also have backdoors - sub-journals, sub-journals of sub-journals, and sub-journals of sub-journals of sub-journals.

Various nesting dolls.

Next are the Lancet and New England, and below that are the top journals in various specialties.

Luo Hao understood everything and made recommendations based on the difficulty.

Principal Fan felt a little regretful. What Professor Luo Haoluo taught was comparable to Zhang Xuefeng’s class.

You should know that Zhang Xuefeng’s course was sold for nearly 2 yuan per copy during the college entrance examination, and even at such a high price it was still in short supply.

It’s nothing, just a lack of information.

And what about Ronaldinho?

Principal Fan finally understood why Xiao Luo didn't care about money.

Knowledge is power, knowledge is money.

Luo Hao has things in his mind that can be converted into cash at any time, and he can do it effortlessly.

Principal Fan stared at Luo Hao in a daze. It didn't matter what Luo Hao was talking about. Principal Fan didn't need these papers. He just admired Luo Hao's youth and talent.

Most of the students didn't know what Luo Hao was talking about, but there were always sober and mature young people who listened carefully. Even after the get out of class was over, they would follow Luo Hao to ask questions.

Even though the principal and the dean of studies were present, they still kept asking questions.

Luo Hao answered the questions patiently and asked very targeted questions, providing personalized tutoring to the students.

After all the questions were answered, Luo Hao left with Principal Fan and Director You with a smile.

"Xiao Luo, you were 20 minutes late, but you gave the students a big gift. This gift is so precious." Principal Fan sighed.

"It's not that serious. It's just to point the way for them before they enter the society."

Principal Fan thought Luo Hao was modest, but a little too modest. There was a huge difference between having someone to guide you and having no one to guide you.

Guidance from a wise man is considered one of the determining factors in a person's growth.

"Xiao Luo, I haven't had the chance to thank you for helping Lan Ke with the matchmaking."

"Principal Fan, please don't." Luo Hao refused sternly.

“???” Principal Fan was stunned.

"Being an exchange student was a great opportunity 20 years ago, but it's not the case anymore." Luo Hao looked Principal Fan in the eye very seriously. "Principal Fan, let me reiterate this. If you have any questions in the future, please don't say it was my project. I won't take the blame."

“???” Principal Fan was stunned.

It seems that Luo Hao is not being modest, but is telling himself very seriously - if you get into trouble, don't tell anyone about my master.

Isn't this a good thing? Why is Xiao Luo so nervous, as if he has dug up someone's ancestral grave?

"Principal Fan, have you communicated with the clinicians?"

Principal Fan frowned. He didn't understand what Luo Hao meant.

"Did you know that a group of international students returned to China and were hospitalized some time ago?" Luo Hao asked.

Principal Fan shook his head.

Luo Hao sighed.

Director You held Principal Fan and explained in a low voice, "Some time ago, some overseas students returned to China and were hospitalized in groups. They didn't come together, but they were so crowded that it was like they had agreed to come together as a group."

"Oh?" Principal Fan was startled. "Are you coming back to take advantage of the affordable medical care in China? A few years ago, my niece came back and had four wisdom teeth extracted at once. She was so happy after the extraction, saying that she saved tens of thousands of dollars.

Before I went abroad, she refused to have it removed no matter how much I tried to persuade her, saying she was afraid of the pain. ”

Director You was a little embarrassed, but Luo Hao was the only one around him, and it was Luo Hao who brought up this matter, so he should know about it.

"It is said that the international students were doing Ye Feizi outside and came back to quit."

“!!!” Principal Fan’s eyeballs hit his feet.

"It was the first time that the medical university encountered a similar situation. My family might be afraid of having a criminal record, so they chose to go to the neurology department of the medical university for treatment. Although it is not the right treatment, there is always treatment."

"What happened next?" Principal Fan asked, wondering if his niece had any abnormalities after returning home. "Those with milder symptoms have been discharged from the hospital one after another," Director You explained.

It was obvious that he knew the matter in great detail, even more than Luo Hao.

After meeting Feng Zixuan and talking about this matter, Luo Hao never followed him again.

"Some of the international students who returned home were beaten by their parents. Some were beaten so severely that they had to be hospitalized for treatment."

"Fuck!" Principal Fan cursed.

"This is no small matter. I heard that one international student suffered multiple rib fractures on both sides after being beaten by his father. He cried and said he would never go out again."

"..."

"Principal Fan, I am mainly worried about this aspect. Other families still think in the same way as they did ten or twenty years ago, thinking that they can be promoted after going to Johns Hopkins, and even if they don't stay in the United States in the future, they will be superior when they return."

"But the situation is changing too fast. If this is the case, I'm worried that it will cause unnecessary trouble. So, I refuse this. If you want to do it, I won't stop you, but I won't agree with it either." Luo Hao said sincerely.

Principal Fan didn't care about Luo Hao's warning.

Luo Hao did not want this favor, as it would give him more room to maneuver. He thought Luo Hao and Director You's concerns were a bit unreasonable.

After chatting for a few more words, Luo Hao said goodbye and left.

Luo Hao really didn't expect to be late for class today. He was very active in class, teaching and answering questions.

It just so happened that there were a lot of emergency surgeries, and Yuan Xiaoli was too busy to handle it all by himself, so Luo Hao finished operating on the patient before coming over.

After leaving, Luo Hao also felt relieved.

The number of students interested in this was more than Luo Hao had imagined, and Luo Hao was very pleased.

Back in the department, Meng Liangren was working diligently on writing medical records like a workhorse, and Zhuang Yan was also getting better under the guidance of Old Meng.

Chen Yong sat aside, still thinking hard about revising the paper he wrote for Lao Liu.

"came back."

"Well, I'm back."

"The students didn't herd the sheep?" Chen Yong looked up and asked while rubbing his temple.

"No, they are all very well behaved." Luo Hao smiled, but did not give any specific details. "How is the paper?"

"It's OK. I guess it will just take one more draft."

Luo Hao stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up.

"Great!"

"What's so great about that? It's a sub-publication of a sub-publication, and it's so difficult to write."

Although Chen Yong said so, Luo Hao still thought he was very powerful.

Since he started working with me and joined the medical team, Chen Yong has made rapid progress. In less than a year, he has been able to write papers independently, and even in top journals.

Although it is a sub-publication of a sub-publication, Luo Hao thinks it is not difficult at all, but Chen Yong's talent cannot be denied.

"There's some gossip, do you want to hear it?" Chen Yong asked.

"Listen."

Luo Hao sat by the window, the sunlight fell on his body, making him feel warm and comfortable to the core.

"A patient died in the vascular department." Chen Yong leaned over to Luo Hao and whispered, "Aortic dissection."

"Before and after surgery?"

"After the operation, the surgery was successful."

Luo Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, but Chen Yong began to keep the topic in suspense and did not continue to talk about the cause of the patient's death.

In response, Luo Hao did not ask any further questions. Instead, he closed his eyes and basked in the sunshine, feeling very comfortable.

"The aortic dissection surgery went smoothly, but the death after the surgery was most likely due to high blood pressure and invisible tears outside the endothelium of the blood vessels controlled by the large stent."

“Why does blood pressure rise?”

"It's unlikely that the doctor or nurse was involved. It's likely that they had an argument with other patients or their families, which triggered their emotions."

As Luo Hao spoke, he opened his eyes and observed the expressions on his faces.

After seeing Chen Yong's expression, he knew he was wrong. He put his hand on his forehead and smiled bitterly, "How old is the patient?"

"32."

"Did you do exercise in the ward at night?" Luo Hao thought for a moment and asked in a very calm, worldly-seeking tone.

"Huh? How do you know so much detail?" Chen Yong was stunned.

"I have encountered this before. I have extensive clinical experience."

"Which bed?"

Luo Hao shook his head and sighed softly.

Some people have no self-control and just had a stent placed, a life-threatening aortic stent.

If the blood pressure is stabilized, it will be fine in a few days. But they insisted on being intimate in the middle of the night, which caused the blood pressure to rise suddenly and further tore the torn vascular endothelium to a place that the stent could not cover.

Pity.

But Luo Hao just sighed softly. He had seen it so many times. What could the doctor do?
The King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, but Xiehe will keep you until five o'clock.

This statement is extremely arrogant, but Luo Hao, who came from Union Medical College, doesn't actually think so.

Many things are determined by fate, and no matter how well the surgery is done, it will be useless.

The liver cancer patient sent by Yang Jinghe suffered from ascites and portal hypertension due to heavy drinking. He died after spitting out his last mouthful of blood.

Even if he performed surgery on his smallpox and it rotted away, he still couldn't survive.

Luo Hao glanced at the system panel and saw the luck value was 132+5+10 (auspicious).

"You really have a lot of clinical experience." Chen Yong wasn't too surprised, he just said in a neutral tone, "You like sunbathing so much?"

"You don't like it?"

"I used to like it, but after I went to England and lived there for a year and got a water master's degree, I no longer like it."

"Huh? What's going on?" Zhuang Yan asked curiously.

"I was reading in the library until 22pm. I felt that I had worked very hard, so I went out feeling satisfied. Wow! It was still bright outside. I returned to the dormitory and ate something. The sky was blue. I covered my head and tried to sleep, but it was bright outside soon after."

"So exaggerated?"

"People in the south think that there is no nightlife in the Northeast and the sun rises early. The sun rises early in the UK," Chen Yong complained. "It's not good to not see the sunlight, but it's not good to have the bright light from morning to night. I almost got depressed during that period."

Luo Hao smiled, "Your days in the library are numbered, don't pretend."

"That's true." Chen Yong spoke frankly and without any shame.

"Let's go and have dinner." Seeing that it was almost time, Luo Hao prepared to go have dinner.

"What to eat?"

"You calculate it." Luo Hao smiled.

Chen Yong took out his mobile phone, calculated with his right hand and quickly started chatting, with afterimages visible on his fingers.

Luo Hao has always been curious about why Chen Yong’s phone doesn’t lag. Given the speed at which he chats, the text alone would probably cause an ordinary phone to crash.

"Let's eat barbecue." Chen Yong said with a smile.

"No, guess again."

Zhuang Yan came over and said, "There is a private dish that I think is good."

"Luo Hao, you treat us, you say." Chen Yong looked into Luo Hao's eyes and asked.

"Let's have hot pot. I'm going abroad. Who knows if the food there is good?"

Chen Yong picked up the phone and waved it in front of Luo Hao.

A group purchase voucher for a hot pot restaurant.

Luo Hao laughed, "You guessed right."

He knew Chen Yong was good at fortune-telling, so he must have figured it out in advance and was playing a little joke on him. Luo Hao was not surprised, and changed his clothes and went downstairs together.

"Chen Yong, calculate for me whether this trip to the United States will be smooth."

"You? It's just a demonstration operation, what's the big deal?" Chen Yong said disdainfully, "Do you think that a demonstration operation can shock everyone in the world? Even Newton couldn't do it."

"Change someone else, Newton is not a doctor."

"Well, even Mr. Qian can't do it."

Go out, get in the car, and go straight to the hot pot restaurant.

It was still early, and Luo Hao was not in a hurry, so he strolled during the evening rush hour.

"You drive so slowly!" Chen Yong began to get anxious.

Luo Hao felt that Chen Yong's road rage had become more serious without him noticing. Now when he was sitting in the passenger seat, he tended to get furious, open the window and curse at people.

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you so anxious?"

"It's just too slow. It's annoying to watch. It's not as fast as riding a shared bike."

"Winter will be here soon. When the time comes, you can ride your bike happily while I'll sit on the bike, enjoy the air conditioning and walk leisurely." Luo Hao said with a smile.

When he arrived at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, a car just drove away. Luo Hao reversed the car and drove directly into the parking space.

He was already accustomed to this good luck during the "newbie protection period".

Chen Yong was not surprised. He watched Zhuang Yan driving and unable to find a parking space and laughed.

"Xiao Zhuang, park here." Luo Hao drove away and gave the parking space to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan was still polite, but the next second she saw a car leave next to Luo Hao, and a standard parking space appeared in front of her.

"Damn! Senior brother's luck is so good!!" Zhuang Yan cursed in the car.

"Luck is also part of strength, and it is a crucial part." Meng Liangren also felt a little emotional.

After getting off the bus, Luo Hao looked up and was stunned when he saw the sign that said five pounds of butter and one pound of base sauce, promoting the traditional flavor of the mountain city.

“You’ve never tried Shancheng Hotpot?”

"I have eaten it. But this time I am going to the United States, and I feel a little nervous. I don't know why. I was greedy, so I came to try it. They say that you need to stay calm when facing big things, but I really can't calm down now." Luo Hao said, sighing deeply.

"How can you be so useless?"

"Would you like to go together?" Luo Hao invited.

"I won't go abroad. I can eat whatever I want in China. I can't get used to the food when I go abroad. I can't stand KFC every day." Chen Yong refused directly.

"Mom, I burned my tongue!"

"Who told you to eat so fast? Let me see."

A mother and daughter came out of the hot pot restaurant. Chen Yong looked over and saw that the girl was about 24 or 5 years old, with her tongue sticking out like a puppy.

Her tongue was black, and she said it didn't look like she had been burned, because the color was a bit strange. She stuck it out long and showed it to her mother.

"Eat slowly next time."

"Mom, your tongue seems to have changed color." The daughter said happily when she saw that her mother's tongue seemed to have changed color as well.

Luo Hao took a look and strode over.

"Your tongue is the wrong color."

(End of this chapter)