Xueba’s medical black technology system

Chapter 213 EI journals are not trash cans.

Chen Shen's reaction also made several researchers present realize that something was wrong.

The leading associate researcher came up curiously and asked, "Sr. Chen, what are the results from Researcher Lu's side?"

After being asked this question by the associate researcher, Chen Shen just came back to his senses.

Chen Shen swallowed, and said in a trembling voice: "Come and see for yourself."

The associate researcher didn't think much. He leaned next to Chen Shen and took a look at the results on the screen of Chen Shen's phone.

However, when he saw the final total yield, the associate researcher was stunned for a moment, and then
"60%!"

The associate researcher's eyes widened, and the shocking result made him almost subconsciously exclaim.

At this moment, the associate researcher's face was full of shock and confusion.

You must know that the four or five people on their side worked day and night for so long to achieve the final total output rate of 19%.

This is already a very good result.

But there were only two people on Lu Liang's side, and at about the same time, Lu Liang achieved a total productivity of 60%!

That's almost twice as much as them.

He didn't understand how Lu Liang did this.

The reaction of the associate researcher also attracted the attention of several other researchers present. They also came up curiously. When they saw the final result with their own eyes, they couldn't help but click their tongues.

"I don't know what the crystal form is like," the associate researcher said.

He is now very interested in the generic medicine produced by Lu Liang. He just wants to know the consistency evaluation of this generic medicine.

Chen Shen said: "He will send some samples over there. Express delivery in the same city. You can receive them today. Then you can make a consistent evaluation."

The associate researcher naturally agreed immediately: "No problem."

Downstairs in the teaching building, the courier boy looked at the packet of white powder handed over by Lu Liang, and his expression suddenly became suspicious.

He looked at Lu Liang and asked, "Isn't this something dangerous?"

"Don't worry, there are some samples of drugs used to treat diseases." Lu Liang was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry, so he simply explained.

"It turns out to be medicine."

The courier boy nodded, his expression relaxed, and he silently put away his phone with his other hand.

Then the courier boy wrapped the medicines in a bag and showed the payment code: "15 in total."

"How long will it take for delivery?" Lu Liang asked while scanning the code.

This matter is quite urgent, and the sooner the results of the consistency evaluation are released, the better.

"About four or five hours," the courier boy said.

After answering Lu Liang's question, the courier boy got on his motorcycle and drove away.

Lu Liang withdrew his gaze and quickly returned upstairs.

When he returned to the study room, Lu Liang saw Wang Wentao sorting out various data on clobazan imitation.

After seeing Lu Liang come back, Wang Wentao raised his head and asked: "Senior brother, do you still want to use these synthesis data of clobazam generic drugs?"

"No need." Lu Liang replied.

Those data are no longer of much use to him.

However, this made Wang Wentao feel happy: "Senior brother, if you don't use it, then I can use it?"

Lu Liang was a little confused. He looked at Wang Wentao and asked, "What are you going to use this data for?"

"Of course it is used to publish articles." Wang Wentao replied matter-of-factly: "Our results are so good, so naturally we need to write a good article and publish a good journal."

Lu Liang's expression became strange: "Then what journal do you plan to publish it in?"

Wang Wentao thought for a while: "Our data results are so good. I don't have high requirements. Just find a core journal of Peking University to publish it. It shouldn't be difficult, right?"

With that said, Wang Wentao glanced at Lu Liang, wanting to ask for Lu Liang's opinion.

But regarding Wang Wentao's idea, Lu Liang just shook his head: "Forget it, these data can't make a good article."

Wang Wentao frowned: "Can't even one core journal be published?"

Wang Wentao originally wanted to publish a paper based on this imitation of clobazam, so that he would be one step closer to graduation requirements.

"How could a core journal include such an article?" Lu Liang said with a frown.

After listening to Lu Liang's words, Wang Wentao looked a little depressed: "Okay, publishing an EI journal will be no problem."

EI is a global database that mainly collects important documents in the field of engineering technology, including journals and conference documents.

In addition, EI also includes some scientific and technological reports, monographs, etc.

However, Lu Liang still shook his head.

This made Wang Wentao pale: "No, is there a mistake? Can't EI journals be published?"

Lu Liang said helplessly: "What are you thinking about? I really treat other people's EI journals as trash cans, and I dare to throw anything into them."

"But, our results are so good, why can't we publish good journals?" Wang Wentao was a little puzzled.

Lu Liang explained: "It's very simple. Our research is just an improvement of the synthesis process. It belongs to basic science, not cutting-edge science."

Generally speaking, good articles cannot be published on basic science research.

After listening to Lu Liang's words, Wang Wentao completely stopped.

in the community.

After Yang Qingyuan gave his five-year-old daughter the medicine and watched her fall asleep, he got up and left the bedroom, and then carefully closed the bedroom door.

"Daughter is asleep?"

At this time, the woman came over and asked carefully.

"Sleeping." Yang Qingyuan nodded and replied.

The woman pursed her lips, with a tired look on her face: "Fortunately, I didn't break too many things this time, I just broke a cup."

After listening to the woman's words, Yang Qingyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the living room. There were water stains and shards of glass on the floor of the living room, which were broken by his daughter when she had an epileptic seizure. There were pill boxes scattered on the floor next to them.

There are some anti-epileptic drugs.

Just now, his daughter had another epileptic seizure. Fortunately, they still had medicine. After giving her the medicine, the epilepsy was controlled.

"You can rest, I will take care of you later." Yang Qingyuan said.

The woman nodded, and then she remembered something: "Qingyuan, we don't have much clobazan left, and we don't know how long we can last."

Yang Qingyuan's nerves, which had just relaxed, became tense again because of the woman's words: "How much is left?"

Without clobazam, other anti-epileptic drugs alone would not have much control over his daughter's epilepsy.

"Two boxes." The woman said with a worried look.

"Are there only two boxes left?" After hearing the woman's words, Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh.

(End of this chapter)