wavenovel Chapter 26 Paying Respects to the Master!
Chapter 26 Paying Respects to the Master!
September 10th is Teachers' Day.
It was also the day of surgery.
Clearly, surgery day is more important than Teacher's Day, so there was no Teacher's Day atmosphere in the group.
It was 10:30 in the morning.
Sitting in the doctor's office, Guo Ziyuan felt a little "obsessed." Having used the Yilan Central Hospital's medical record system for so long, he clearly couldn't remember the exact location of a certain medical record template from the Provincial People's Hospital.
But whenever he thinks about what template to create, his hand and mouse can accurately find it.
Two years of standardized training have ingrained this damn muscle memory into the very bones of this body.
"Old Liu from Huaxi deserves the scolding," Guo Ziyuan murmured.
After arranging the discharge medical records in order, they were tied together with yellow rubber bands.
Guo Ziyuan's efficiency in writing and processing medical records was affected. At this moment, he was the only one there, as his junior colleagues who were on general shift in the ward had all gone to the rest room to rest.
"Knock knock knock." Ding Xianqi, who came to see Guo Ziyuan, knocked on the office door.
"Come with me, the teacher has made time for me... I have to go to surgery later, and I have to be back before 1:30!" Ding Xianqi said and turned around quickly.
The absence of a Teachers' Day atmosphere does not mean that Ding Xianqi cannot tell others that he will take some time to visit his teacher.
Guo Ziyuan quickly dropped his medical record into the yellow unsigned box, then swiftly took off his white coat and placed it in the lounge. Just as the elevator doors opened, he caught up with Ding Xianqi, who was waiting for him.
Throughout the journey, Ding Xianqi remained silent, only responsible for driving the electric scooter. After taking Guo Ziyuan through a series of twists and turns, they arrived at a rather old but quiet old-style villa area and stopped.
"It's more convenient to enter your advisor's house from the side gate here. Come down," Ding Xianqi said.
Guo Ziyuan looked around but couldn't see any fruit vendors. "Master, are we... going empty-handed?"
"Did you bring anything with you when you went to see your grandfather?"
"I'm afraid of getting beaten up, don't hurt me!" Ding Xianqi took off his helmet and stuffed the helmet that Guo Ziyuan handed him under his seat.
Guo Ziyuan wanted to say that he would bring it occasionally, but at this moment he didn't dare to be clever at all.
Continuing to follow Ding Xianqi, we wandered through unfamiliar neighborhood streets, elevators, and doors, eventually encountering another 'unfamiliar' elderly person.
I've seen him many times in my past lives, but this is the first time I've seen him in this one.
Upon entering, Ding Xianqi's expression was polite and natural: "Master, this is Xiao Guo, someone who has mentioned him to you before. He's my student."
"Greetings, sir. My name is Guo Ziyuan." Guo Ziyuan stood properly with his hands on his abdomen, meticulous in every detail.
The old man sat in the living room reading a blue professional book, but the cover was blank; it was a textbook he had helped compile.
He pushed up his reading glasses, closed the book, and then began to scan Guo Ziyuan up and down.
Ding Xianqi immediately and carefully stuffed the bookmark into the book, tidying it up neatly.
"How many papers have you published?" Ding Xianqi asked. "You want to go to a prefecture-level city hospital to do some kind of 'rural experience' and gain grassroots work experience?"
"If you can think like that, you're doing much better than your teacher at his age." The old professor's voice was loud and clear. After seeing Guo Ziyuan's expression clearly, he slowly took off his glasses and crossed his legs.
Guo Ziyuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he fabricated a story: "Master, I've only published two papers so far, one in CSCD and one in SCI, both in Q3."
The CSCD was published by Guo Ziyuan, and the SCI paper was also written by Guo Ziyuan, but the journal did not accept it.
Ding Xianqi plans to personally revise this paper.
As they were talking, Guo Ziyuan found the advisor's teacup and teapot and quickly helped refill them.
"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, the old man frowned instantly, glanced at Ding Xianqi, and his old face twitched.
It's as if they're saying, "Ding Xianqi, are you kidding me?"
Ding Xianqi then tried to smooth things over: "Master, Xiao Guo only mentioned the published ones. The unpublished ones can only be called English essays. We can't just report them randomly."
It's perfectly normal for exceptionally healthy geniuses to publish one paper, revise another, submit another, write another, and collect data for another.
Before Ding Xianqi arrived, he had already explained Guo Ziyuan's purpose for coming.
The old man didn't immediately agree. His expression softened as he looked at Guo Ziyuan: "Then tell me your own thoughts?"
After pushing the teacup forward, Guo Ziyuan rubbed his nose a little embarrassedly and chuckled, "Master, can you please not take it to heart?"
"Huh?" Guo Ziyuan's answer surprised the old man.
Then, with great interest, he said, "Go on, go on."
In his previous life, Guo Ziyuan only visited his mentor when he graduated with his master's degree. At that time, Guo Ziyuan was still quite shy and only caught a fleeting glimpse of him.
When the old man visited Guo Ziyuan again in later years, he had a slightly better impression of him and even lamented that Guo Ziyuan was a sensible child, but he matured too late.
"Master, I've already explained the purpose to my master; it's to gain the upper hand."
"Only by taking the first step can you stay ahead in everything else."
"Only by having lofty ambitions and aspirations can one achieve great things." Guo Ziyuan's voice was polite, but his writing was clumsy.
The old man frowned and began to curse.
"If you keep talking like that, I'll kick you both out."
Speak like a human.
Guo Ziyuan immediately said in a boastful tone: "Being more outstanding than classmates can lead to a doctorate, being more outstanding than peers can lead to a good job, surpassing peers can allow you to show off, and outperforming those above and below you for ten years can make you a leader."
"Guo Ziyuan!" Ding Xianqi, who was waiting for Guo Ziyuan to explain his reasons, was so frightened that his face turned half-white and his expression was quite interesting.
"Shut up!"
Can we speak the truth sometimes?
Unexpectedly, the old man glanced at Ding Xianqi with a hint of disdain: "Shut up! You don't even dare to dream of such a thing. What good is it to live a life of following the rules?"
"You don't listen to what your master teaches, and even if you do listen, you don't learn everything, and what you learn is only half-baked."
"No wonder you're an associate professor now; people your age have become professors!"
Seeing that his master had drawn the conflict to him, Ding Xianqi's face turned bitter: "Master... Brother Long from sports medicine, he's a PhD from a special examination... We're not even in the same talent pool..."
The old man nodded, his tone even more nonchalant: "Yes, that's right. He only started thinking about taking the special exam the day before it was his turn."
"At other times, he would bury his head in his crotch and pretend to be a bird."
These words left Guo Ziyuan dumbfounded and surprised.
To be precise, the old man's story is even more bizarre than his rigid memories suggest; Huang Laoxie's reputation is well-deserved.
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Guo Ziyuan and said, "This matter is very simple."
"If you don't pass the special doctoral entrance exam, I will never let you work at the Provincial People's Hospital. You're not good enough for all the things I've arranged for you!"
"Do you dare to agree?"
Ding Xianqi's expression turned panicked again, and he quickly gave Guo Ziyuan a meaningful look.
His teacher is a man of his word.
Although what the teacher said was quite realistic—
If you can't even pass the special entrance exam for doctoral studies, what makes you think you can claim to be "one step ahead, then always ahead"?
Unexpectedly, Guo Ziyuan smiled faintly: "Then, Master, weren't you at a disadvantage?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it seriously, he seemed to realize that Guo Ziyuan was guaranteed to make a profit.
Even if Guo Ziyuan doesn't pass the special entrance exam for doctoral studies, he can still pursue a doctorate. If he can't get a job at the Provincial People's Hospital, he might work at a place like Tongji Hospital or Peking Union Medical College Hospital.
Or perhaps, Zhongnan Hospital.
"Are you provoking me?" The old man's self-comforting lips trembled slightly again.
I've already suffered a loss, so why are you bringing it up?
Guo Ziyuan pursed his lips slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Master, I cannot give you an answer for the time being, because I need some time to consider how to reply."
"However, at that time, I would prefer to take the initiative to change the transaction with you."
As Ding Xianqi grew increasingly alarmed, the clerk listened with growing admiration: "What is this?"
Guo Ziyuan replied, "I was wondering if you could personally show me more surgical procedures?"
"What makes you think you can? Just talk big?" the old man replied quickly.
His eyes were mocking, his expression angry: "I specifically allowed you this one chance to try and fail; you could have just pretended not to know. Why are you jumping around like a monkey?"
Guo Ziyuan is the perfect example of someone who gets a good deal but then complains.
"If you really had that ability, we old folks would have known long ago."
"They are ignorant of their own faults and lack self-awareness!"
"Is it fun to dress up as a clown?"
The old man was right. If Guo Ziyuan were truly a gifted individual, the veterans in the trauma surgery department would have heard of him long ago and personally visited the department to see him.
Do we still expect Guo Ziyuan to take the initiative to come to us?
Do you think all those people at the Provincial People's Hospital are blind and can't recognize who's talented?
Guo Ziyuan was certainly not playing with fire, but he understood the role of a "strategist" and had no intention of following the rules step by step. Guo Ziyuan said, "It's a do-or-die situation. I only have this one chance."
"If you're truly going to be so ignorant as to be reduced to dust, then you might as well be humble and stay ignorant."
Having been given a second chance at life, Guo Ziyuan already felt that he had already made a profit!
Having spent ten years working in a prefecture-level city hospital in his previous life, he knew very well how low a person's ignorance of the world could go.
At the most basic level, there will always be a thirst for knowledge about how to perform this surgery or how this patient died.
Furthermore, Guo Ziyuan was always curious about the extraordinary people his mentor, Professor Ding Xianqi, usually associated with, and whether he was truly unworthy to meet them.
Going a step further, what exactly are the true geniuses of this world doing? What are they capable of doing?
If all of this is destined to remain unknown, being knocked into the dust by the advisor is merely a different form of humiliation.
Guo Ziyuan admitted it.
Reading is for learning, for acquiring knowledge.
Scientific research is also a pursuit of knowledge.
Medicine is even more so.
Seeing that his advisor and teacher were both stunned and speechless, Guo Ziyuan seized the opportunity to speak his mind, his voice unusually cold: "And the cruel side of medicine is that if a doctor is ignorant, the patient has to die!"