Doctor of Healing

Chapter 532 Pattern
After finishing this paragraph, the camera zoomed back to the comment room, and then the disgusting advertisement began to play.

"Xiaoji is really a red heart, twenty hands ready." Director Liu said.

"This kid, he didn't forget to write a paper when he went to record a variety show."

Director Bai didn't say much, turned around and sat down to continue watching the show.

There are only 10 minutes left, and there are still commercials, but the gimmick has already been pulled up. Even if Director Bai knows that this is intentional by the program crew, he still wants to watch it.

But this kind of feeling of being forced to shit is very bad, and their impression of the program group is a little bit worse.

"Old Bai, what's so interesting about this. If you publish a paper, the one with a high impact factor will definitely not be published. It's only a few days, whether you can write it or not is two different things."

Director Liu has already become impatient.

Director Bai looked at Director Liu with an idiot-like gaze.

Director Liu immediately remembered the supplementary issue of "The Lancet" that Ji Xiang took out at the last moment in the selection of the provincial self-administration department.

Director Bai didn't taunt his old friend, he took out his mobile phone and started searching online.

"Hey, you are really serious." Director Liu said, "I guess some expert from the First Affiliated Hospital contacted the journals with Chinese prefixes. Although it is good to be able to publish journals with Chinese prefixes, Xiaoji will definitely not be satisfied. "

"Don't even think about it, I don't know what kind of shit luck a "Lancet Supplement" has had."

"By the way, Lao Bai, you said that this case is just a case report, where can it be published?"

Director Liu was talking nonsense, Director Bai quickly raised the phone and put it in front of Director Liu.

"This is……"

Director Liu's English is average, but the words The New England Journal of Medicine hit his heart directly like a shot of bullets.

"New England?!"

……

……

Advertisements will not be endless. Although the commercial time is obviously lengthened as the show becomes popular, there will always be a moment when it ends.

After enduring the commercials, the show continued.

Zhao Mengmeng is writing the first draft, and Ji Xiang is in charge of reviewing it.

Obviously, a lot of content has been edited here, but this paragraph is too professional, let alone ordinary people, even a veteran clinical expert like Director Liu can't figure it out.

Click to send the email.

The camera cuts, and an email is received.

In the comment room, the bald host pouted and asked, "Mr. Shen, what is the status of The New England Journal of Medicine in your industry?"

Professor Shen began to talk about the impact factor of the paper. Through the visual comparison of the data, it is clear at a glance which one is stronger and weaker than the comparison between the Chinese-prefixed literature with an impact factor of less than 5 and The New England Journal of Medicine with an impact factor of nearly 70.

……

Zhao Tianjiao watched one episode of the program in silence, and he has slowly accepted the reality following the four episodes.

Ji Xiang is very strong and awesome, but it has nothing to do with him.

But as the show came to the end, the director team detonated the last-minute thunderstorm, and Zhao Tianjiao was also bombed.

"Isn't it New England?" Zhao Tianjiao said with a deliberately disdainful expression, "Comparing the impact factor... just enough literature and so on."

Dean Zhao glanced at his son, and said calmly, "A nephrologist in Tiannan Province was selected into the Chinese Academy of Sciences because of his publication of an article in "The New England Journal of Medicine."

"..." Zhao Tianjiao was stunned for a moment.

New England is indeed strong, but not so strong.

Can a New England article be admitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences?Thinking about his father's words, Zhao Tianjiao felt a little dazed.

"It is true that the influence is weaker now, and some people with a keen academic sense can read top journals." Dean Zhao said lightly, "But in the 80s, "The New England Journal of Medicine" was one of the highest medical journals. Our generation has some obsession with it.”

"dad……"

"Ji Xiang's paper is of a very high standard, which is what I learned." Dean Zhao said, "Do you know why he didn't publish it in The Lancet, but in the New England Journal?"

Zhao Tianjiao shook his head.

The impact factors of these two top medical journals are both super high. Zhao Tianjiao knows them, but he doesn't know the subtle differences between the two.

"The New England Magazine has a good impression of some case reports and is willing to publish very rare case reports. This is the attribute of a journal. It is not easy for Ji Xiang to know about this at his age."

As he spoke, Dean Zhao smiled.

"Tianjiao, don't think so much, you can publish a paper in a top journal when you are around 30 years old in the future. As you said yourself, it is enough."

Zhao Tianjiao unconsciously looked at his father with a mournful face.

Enough is enough...

But what about Jixiang?

"And have you noticed that the first author of the paper is Director Feng Changsheng?"

"Is it the director of the gastrointestinal surgery department of the First Affiliated Hospital? That's no wonder." Zhao Tianjiao found a reason for himself, and his expression eased a lot.

"No." Dean Zhao said seriously, "The article should be written by Ji Xiang, and the operation behind it was done by the people behind Ji Xiang.

First of all, the quality of the article is excellent and will not be criticized.

Secondly, it can be published in a short period of time, demonstrating its strength.

In the end, Ji Xiang was not greedy for credit, and handed over the first author to Director Feng of the First Affiliated Academy. "

"This set of series is down, alas."

With that said, Dean Zhao sighed deeply.

He didn't know if Zhao Tianjiao could understand the three points he said, but it didn't matter.After watching several episodes of the program, Dean Zhao already knew how big the gap was between his own son and other people's sons.

"If it were me, Ji Xiang would stay under my command if I was dead or alive."

Zhao Tianjiao didn't quite understand what the old man said one, two, three, four, but the last sentence was so straightforward that his eyes were on fire.

The fire of jealousy has burned him beyond recognition.

"Jixiang is very good at doing things, too. He is definitely not in a hurry when he is young and holds a document from the Provincial Department of Natural Sciences and a Lancet. In other words, he knows it well and can publish more articles."

"A piece of New England, as a gift to Director Feng of the First Affiliated Hospital."

"Even in the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University, the literature of "The New England Journal of Medicine" is a generous gift."

Dean Zhao sometimes speaks New England, and sometimes speaks The New England Journal of Medicine in fluent English, switching between the two without the slightest obstacle.

Zhao Tianjiao vaguely felt that every time he switched, his father's state of mind changed, but he was so jealous that he didn't think about it.

……

……

"You see." Director Bai had already put away his mobile phone, looked at the TV, and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, Dazhi, your ideas will change in the future."

"How to change?"

"Of course it's holding Xiaoji's thigh." Director Bai said, "You can give away a top-level journal paper, can you do it? Are you willing? Look at the pattern of others."

(End of this chapter)