White armor

Chapter 91 The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

"Why did you run out?" Luo Hao asked in surprise when he saw Chen Yong starting to pay the bill in a hurry.

Luo Hao had heard about people skipping the bill on blind dates, but Chen Yong paid the bill first and then ran away, which was not like the legend. He couldn't understand what this guy was thinking.

"It's bad, don't mention it." After Chen Yong paid the bill, he didn't forget to turn around and wave, giving the girl on a blind date a smile.

After getting in the car, Luo Hao started the 307 and quietly waited for Chen Yong to explain.

"Did you notice the details?"

"What details? That girl has good looks and good clothes... I, a straight man, don't comment. People know how to respond when you do magic. It's good." Luo Hao briefly recalled his memory.

"When the drink came she added a cherry tomato to the glass."

"???" Luo Hao recalled while driving. There seemed to be such a detail, but what was the drink?

Could there be a chemical reaction with cherry tomatoes?

If I don’t add cherry tomatoes, do I need to add a big tomato?

"Did you think of drug contraindications?" Chen Yong asked disdainfully as his mask was almost frayed.

"It's difficult, isn't it?"

"A bunch of people often go to nightclubs, or the girls in KTV have this habit." Chen Yong sighed, "It's not that I look down on them, but when she introduced herself, she told me that she was a homebody."

"It's not good to lie, it's tiring." Chen Yong briefly explained why he did this, then moved his mask and looked forward, thoughtfully.

Luo Hao didn't care. It didn't matter what Chen Yong said.

As for whether the young lady would like to play in nightclubs or something else, Luo Hao didn't even think about it.

Chen Yong was originally prepared to answer Luo Hao's question, but Luo Hao's silence made Chen Yong feel empty.

"Hey, do you have no other joy in life besides surgery and medical treatment?"

"There are still experiments. The experimental data of the diabetes project has made new breakthroughs, which has important guiding significance for the research and treatment of long crowns. Furthermore, there are injectable nanorobots..."

"Stop!" Chen Yong shouted quickly. He turned his head and looked at Luo Hao for a long time.

Except for girls, who are at least 9 points in appearance, Chen Yong has never had the experience of staring at someone for so long.

After a long time, Chen Yong sighed.

"Luo Hao, sometimes I really suspect that you are an artificial intelligence product that was thrown into reality by the state secrets department to do the Turing test."

Hearing what Chen Yong said, Luo Hao was also startled.

He glanced at the system panel in the upper right corner of his vision, which was somewhat similar to the Terminator's panel.

In an instant, Luo Hao also fell into a trance.

"If I hadn't calculated your destiny, I would have thought you were an artificial intelligence. Speaking of which, if artificial intelligence even has a destiny, it will really replace humans within a period of time."

"What?" Luo Hao was full of doubts.

But Chen Yong had no intention of discussing this topic, he just mentioned it casually.

Luo Hao also didn't have the habit of asking questions.

Amid Chen Yong's doubts about Luo Hao's boring life, the two came to the hospital.

After changing his clothes, Luo Hao trotted to the gastrointestinal surgery department.

"Mr. You, where is the patient? Let me take a look first." Luo Hao asked.

"The patient is in good condition, and the abdominal distension is not too serious. Don't rush, just take your time." Mr. You said with a smile.

I took a look at the patient. He was a 42-year-old man. He had intestinal repair surgery due to trauma caused by a car accident 10 years ago, so he often suffered from intestinal obstruction after surgery.

After all, he is also a frequent visitor to the hospital.

Normally, the lower gastrointestinal decompression is done slowly, so it is naturally better not to have surgery if possible.

But in the traditional sense, gastrointestinal decompression is also called a gastric tube, which is inserted into the stomach and uses negative pressure to extract gastric contents and gas.

Naturally, part of the gas in the intestines can also be pumped out due to pressure.

But if it is too indirect, the effect is actually not ideal.

What Luo Hao wants to do is to insert the decompression tube directly into the bloated intestine. This is more direct and has better results.

Chen Yong was still "young and inexperienced", so Luo Hao himself communicated with the patient's family and explained the pros and cons of the surgery.

Pre-operative signature in preparation for emergency decompression surgery.

After completing a set of procedures, it took nearly 2 hours even though Luo Hao was methodical and didn't waste any time.

It wasn't until Chen Yong sent the patient to the interventional catheterization laboratory that Luo Hao had time to read the films carefully again.

Seeing Luo Hao standing in front of the reader with his arms crossed, Mr. You came over and said, "Xiao Luo, everyone likes to use computers to read films now. I see that you like to use the reader. It's really... classic."

After racking his brains, Mr. You thought of the word classic.

"When the bosses were in their prime, the image reader was the best equipment, and there were no computers at all. As a result, now, the image reader has become an antique."

"???"

Mr. You was startled for a moment, and then he suddenly realized that he couldn't laugh or cry.

Luo Hao said that the bosses are all old antiques, and there was endless bragging in this sentence.

The glory of showing off comes from the profound historical accumulation of the bosses, the kind that can be written into the annals of history.

Mr. You was a little confused and didn't know how to answer.

"Mr. You, please send me your email when you have time." After Luo Hao read the film, he turned back and said to Mr. You, "I have finished writing the paper on abdominal cocoon syndrome, and you are the second author."

"???"

"!!!"

Mr. You's face is filled with all kinds of punctuation marks.

"Then I'll go for the surgery. It'll be quick. I'll be back in 20 minutes to half an hour."

"Little Luo!" Mr. You grabbed Luo Hao's arm.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Didn't you say that after long-term research, there are still 9 cases ahead of you. For such a large project, how can I be ranked second?"

"Oh, it's not a methodological review, it's a case report."

Mr. You let out a sigh of relief. What Luo Hao said seemed true, but then he felt a little hot in his heart.

"Ronald, which journal? "Am J Gastroenterol"?"

"Am J Gastroenterol" is already the upper limit of Mr. You's imagination.

"No, it's "Lancet Gastroenterol Hepatol""

Luo Hao was a little embarrassed.

"Lancet Gastroenterol Hepatol" is a sub-journal of The Lancet on liver diseases and gastrointestinal diseases.

Although my boss Chai is the deputy editor, it is difficult to publish a case report directly in the main publication of The Lancet.

My own methodological research is fine, but I can’t bear Mr. You’s name.

Therefore, a case report is ideal.

When gastrointestinal surgery treats you like a peach, you will naturally repay it with a plum.

Luo Hao never owed favors unless he paid them back.

"!!!"

Mr. You was not disappointed, but looked surprised.

"Can you pass? Can you pass? Can you pass?" Mr. You pressed three buttons in succession.

"It should be no problem, you can see the latest issue."

Mr. You burst into tears.

He knew the value of the second author's paper on "Lancet Gastroenterol Hepatol" with an impact factor of 18.5.

Although I feel a little regretful that I am not the first author, I am satisfied that with such a second author’s article, many things will be fine.

But after a second thought, Mr. You began to worry about gains and losses again.

"Little Luo, our Director Chen is behind me in line. Do you think it's bad?"

"Director Chen is the first author."

"What about you?" Mr. You was surprised.

"Me? I don't need papers from sub-journals. They are usually published in the main journal."

After Luo Hao finished speaking, he said goodbye with a smile and went to do the operation.

Mr. You smacked Luo Hao's words, feeling confused in the wind.

Doctors and professors of gastrointestinal surgery chatted privately, and they all said that Luo Hao could show off.

Looking at it now, it is indeed the case.

There is no difference between sub-journals and main journals to Mr. You. Anyway, it is always The Lancet.

Really...

Mr. You watched Luo Hao disappear in confusion.

Arriving at the interventional catheterization laboratory, Luo Hao felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

At the end of the locker room, Chen Yong changed his clothes and stood there like a fighting cock, staring at something.

"Chen Yong, what are you doing? Not preparing for surgery." Luo Hao was confused.

Chen Yong didn't speak, but moved his fingers slightly.

The two had been getting along for a long time, and Luo Hao understood and walked to Chen Yong's side.

This guy was looking at Yuan Xiaoli, and maybe Chen Yong, who was in the second grade, could even feel the electricity crackling from the collision of his eyes.

Instead of feeling murderous, Luo Hao found it quite boring.

"Teacher Yuan, you are here."

"Nonsense, I live here every day!"

Yuan Xiaoli's words are even worse than Chen Yong's.

"Hurry and prepare for the operation." Luo Hao patted Chen Yong on the shoulder, then smiled and said, "Teacher Yuan, what are you doing?"

"Luo Hao, why do you have to do emergency surgery for intestinal decompression?" Yuan Xiaoli looked confused.

"With your level, you should no longer be interested in this kind of surgery. I admit that some parts of intestinal decompression surgery are difficult, but overall it is completely unnecessary." Yuan Xiaoli frowned, as if talking to himself. .

Luo Hao's heart moved.

"Teacher Yuan, that's right. This is the secret of our medical team."

When Chen Yong who was walking away heard Luo Hao's words, he turned back and took a deep look at Luo Hao, then turned around and went back to work.

"In this case, I'm going to ask you to be a member of my medical team for a minute. After I finish explaining, everything will continue as usual."

"???"

Yuan Xiaoli smelled a conspiracy.

But it's just a verbal promise, so what does it matter?

What can Luo Hao force himself to do as the leader of the medical team in the future? Nonsense!

Shen Zizai and Director Shen didn't dare. Can he, Luo Hao, press his head to perform surgery and take care of patients?

This isn't a kid's trick or anything.

"Teacher Yuan Xiaoli, are you willing to be a member of my medical team?" Luo Hao asked.

"If you are willing, just tell me quickly."

Luo Hao was satisfied to see that the members of the medical team had another position highlighted, and he was in a good mood.

Yuan Xiaoli has done more papers than Chen Yong, and seems to have done more papers than Lao Cui who lives far away in Anzhen.

Although Lao Cui is very troubled, he has not yet reached the point where he has to stay in the hospital for food and accommodation.

If an AI robot performs a Turing test, Yuan Xiaoli is the most correct answer.

In a flash of thought, Luo Hao saw an impatient look on Yuan Xiaoli's face.

"Teacher Yuan, that's right. Why do we become doctors?"

"You want to say cure diseases and save lives?" "Isn't it difficult?" Luo Hao asked, "Without mentioning the Hippocratic Oath, just four words of curing diseases and saving lives are enough. Whether it is intestinal decompression or maxillofacial hemangioma, it is enough." It’s an area that few people touch, and I happen to be able to do it.”

Speaking, Luo Hao shrugged.

"If you can do it, why not?"

Yuan Xiaoli was stunned.

It can be done, why not?

Treat illnesses and save lives.

Never change your original intention.

It’s just that as I walked for a long time and encountered many things, I gradually forgot what I originally thought.

But Luo Hao really thinks so?

Yuan Xiaoli was moved by Luo Hao and woke up after 0.5 seconds.

Do not believe.

You must know that whether it is a maxillofacial hemangioma or intestinal obstruction, intubation and decompression surgery requires the cooperation of relevant departments and doctors.

Otherwise, there won't even be any patients, and it will be a bullshit operation.

It's impossible to get others to cooperate without benefit. It's the same whether you're at Princeton or the First Hospital of the Medical University. It's just that the other person wants different things.

Treating illnesses and saving lives, Yuan Xiaoli understands.

But Yuan Xiaoli couldn't figure out how to treat illnesses and save lives by bringing his own dry food and brushing his face.

"Teacher Yuan, you do all the emergency medicine in the department?" Luo Hao asked.

Yuan Xiaoli had a nervous look on his face.

"Don't worry, I won't rob you." Luo Hao comforted, "I was joking just now. In fact, I do need some difficult surgeries to maintain top surgical skills. Others don't understand, but you must understand."

"then you?"

"I am doing maxillofacial hemangiomas. As for other surgeries, it is just a warm-up."

"My senior brother has been doing this research for nearly 10 years." Yuan Xiaoli said flatly, "Even if there is scientific research, you can only publish it domestically."

"Haha, don't tell me, it's to cure diseases and save people." Luo Hao smiled.

Yuan Xiaoli was a little angry.

Luo Hao stood on the moral high ground and kept talking to himself without telling the truth.

This piece of shit!

He is such a special dog. He usually talks like he is explaining his condition to a patient, and the words he talks over and over are meaningless.

Luo Hao didn't care about Yuan Xiaoli's feelings at all. He looked at the illuminated list of the medical team and felt happy.

When Luo Hao passed by Yuan Xiaoli, he asked, "Teacher Yuan, how many emergency surgeries can we perform in a month?"

"Not necessarily, probably around 40 units."

so much!

Luo Hao was refreshed.

Although this number is still small compared to the system tasks, Luo Hao is satisfied.

To complete the task, you can't just rely on opportunism, you have to rely on yourself.

It is already a great fortune to get some "side gang" from Yuan Xiaoli and Lao Cui.

"Hard work." Luo Hao said softly.

Hard?

Why does it seem like Shen Zizai is talking to him? Yuan Xiaoli was stunned.

The operation went smoothly. After decompression, the patient's abdominal distension began to subside before he returned to the ward.

After sending the patient back, Mr. You wanted to express his gratitude but didn't know what to do. Luo Hao found it a little funny.

Without staying too long in the department, Luo Hao and Chen Yong returned to the "dormitory" to prepare for a rest.

"Chen Yong, what's the effect of your prayers?" Luo Hao asked on the way back.

"Huh? What effect? ​​What do you mean?"

Chen Yong also showed his face.

Luo Hao couldn't tell Chen Yong about the luck value of 40+1. After hesitating for a moment, Luo Hao asked, "How long does the blessing last?"

"It takes a month or two, or a few days, it depends on each person. My master can only pray for about a week at a time. You are much better than my master."

That is, 40+1, his foundation is far better than Jiang Wenming.

Luo Hao still couldn't figure it out, but everyone had their own secrets, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Back in the dormitory, Chen Yong washed up and rested early. He probably wouldn't go out and stay up all night today.

Luo Hao sorted out relevant papers, scientific research, topics and other materials, reviewed them one last time, and prepared to send them to Dean Jin tomorrow.

Regarding the debuff problem of using the [Flow] skill, Luo Hao has no solution. He can only try his best to improve his surgical skills and try not to use [Flow] unless necessary.

Luo Hao felt uncomfortable all over when he thought that he had to use [Flow] to treat maxillofacial hemangioma.

Break the rules as soon as possible and increase the surgery level by +1, otherwise what should I do?

……

……

Early in the morning.

Feng Zixuan received countless calls.

There was a call from the dean, from the executive deputy dean Jin, and from the director of the Science and Education Department.

The medical office is just a shit basin. They will never think of themselves if they have fresh abalone, Feng Zixuan thought to himself.

But things have happened, and Feng Zixuan can't hide even if he wants to.

This thing is extremely outrageous.

Since international journals have withdrawn a large number of papers published by domestic scholars, the Ministry of Education issued a notice requiring universities to conduct self-examination of withdrawn papers.

Based on several leading news reports, many universities have released news stating that since 2023, foreign publishing institutions such as Hindawi have withdrawn a large number of papers published by domestic scholars, which has adversely affected China's academic reputation and academic environment.

The Department of Science, Technology and Information Technology of the Ministry of Education has issued a notice and decided to carry out self-examination of withdrawn papers in various universities.

That's the thing. The First Hospital of the Medical University is not the kind of tertiary hospital that is attached to the Medical University in the provincial capital at the prefectural level. They are closely connected with the Medical University.

Therefore, the First Hospital of Medical University must pay attention to this self-examination and retraction turmoil, and it is even certain that fake and shoddy papers will be found. As for the number, we don’t know yet.

Standing at the gate of the institution building, waiting for Dean Jin to arrive, Feng Zixuan sighed after meeting.

"Jinyuan, this matter is big. I feel there will be storms. Although we are the most marginalized unit, we still have to be careful."

"Okay, then be careful these days. Say hello to the clinical directors. It doesn't matter what your academic papers are. If something goes wrong at this critical moment, you will be responsible for it."

The two of them walked upstairs as they talked.

No one knows how big the wind and waves will be.

Maybe it was just a small disturbance, or maybe this incident would delay the future of countless people and cause hundreds of deaths.

"Ding~"

The elevator door opens.

A familiar, sunny smiling face appeared in front of me.

Luo Hao went to the door of Dean Jin's office early in the morning and waited to "report work."

The moment Dean Jin saw Luo Hao holding a lot of documents in his hands, his cerebellum began to shrink.

I forgot to promise Luo Hao.

But on the cusp of this storm, it’s better to endure it.

But how to tell Luo Hao?

"Good morning, Dean Jin, good morning, Director Feng." Luo Hao smiled and greeted energetically.

"Xiao Luo, I'm looking for you, do you know it too?" Dean Jin knew that he couldn't hide.

Luo Hao was extremely concerned about making exceptions. When he first came to the First Hospital of the Medical University, he repeatedly approached him to report on his work, secretly reminding himself not to break his promise.

This child is indeed very capable, but he is a little impatient.

You're only 27, not 28, why are you so anxious to become a professor? Being a professor is just a false name, and at most it makes a few hundred dollars a month.

With so many connections in the imperial capital, Dean Jin didn't believe that Luo Hao would care about such a small salary.

"What's going on?" Luo Hao was stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Luo, I just have something to ask you. Since you don't know, I'll tell you." Dean Jin sat down while Feng Zixuan boiled water and made tea.

"Dean Jin, please give instructions."

"Recently, the Ministry of Education issued a document requiring major universities to conduct self-examination because international journals have withdrawn a large number of submissions from our scholars."

Luo Hao's smile did not change, and the sun was still shining brightly.

A ray of sunshine fell on Dean Jin's face. In a daze, he couldn't tell whether it was real sunshine or Luo Hao's smile.

"Oh, so that's what happened. I know it." Luo Hao smiled, "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with me."

"Ronaldo, you can't be on the cusp of the storm. The storm this time may be small and will pass in a few days, but what if it turns into a huge wave? There is no need to take risks, you are still young." Dean Jin warned in a deep voice, "I will never forget what I promised you, don't worry."

When Feng Zixuan heard what Dean Jin said, his actions of boiling water did not change and he remained quiet as usual.

"Dean Jin." Luo Hao thought for a moment and smiled slightly, "There is a past event in our medical community that you must know."

"what's up?"

"In the late 1980s, there began to be talk of tertiary hospitals."

"Well, what's wrong?" Dean Jin looked at Luo Hao and asked seriously.

This kid Luo Hao is different. Dean Jin just doesn't want to take risks, but he doesn't want to let him go.

There is absolutely no need to offend such a rising star for no reason.

"At that time, major hospitals began to prepare materials, but my family, Xiehe, did not prepare."

Uh!

Dean Jin was startled.

Feng Zixuan's action of boiling water stopped.

They vaguely knew what happened back then.

The top three hospitals in the country were evaluated, and other hospitals actively submitted materials for approval, but only Xiehe remained unmoved and ignored the requirements.

Don't ask, I just don't have time.

The list of the first batch of tertiary hospitals came out, and the big boss who reviewed it was worried.

Without Xiehe, they didn’t even send the approval materials.

But without Xiehe, the authority of this list would be questionable, and no one would even take tertiary hospitals seriously.

Go to Dean Xiehe?

Their level is simply out of reach.

In the end, there was no choice. Even if Xiehe didn't submit the application materials, he still had to bite the bullet and write Xiehe's name.

There was also a certain unnecessary review in recent years that interfered with clinical work. Several academicians of the Union Medical College scolded the review team in front of their faces, and they almost lost their minds.

Later, the matter fell through.

Concorde's status in the country is transcendent.

Can,

What does this have to do with Luo Hao?

Dean Jin frowned.

"Dean Jin, my papers are all published in top international journals. If you say there is academic fraud, they will definitely not agree."

"There are only two scientific research projects, and one has produced results. It was coordinated by President Wang and led by me. The data and inferences of the recently published 4 articles in "Cell", 2 in "Nature", and 2 in "Science" all come from here."

Dean Jin's mind was confused.

"So many?" Dean Jin asked in a daze.

"Well, they are all weekly magazines. My data is of practical significance to the research and treatment of long crown, so they are willing to publish it."

!!!

!!!

"Dean Jin, it's okay to be on the cusp of the storm. You know, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish."

(End of this chapter)