Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 20 Unbelievable way of unfolding!

What does it mean for a paper to be published in The Lancet?
It means that the identity of a doctor will undergo earth-shaking changes. Even in this era, this is explosive news like a nuclear bomb.

This is a big news that will shock and worship all the doctors from the first hospital to the third hospital of Shenzhen People's Hospital.

When the fax machine's thermal paper stopped printing, Nie Chen calmly held up the long roll of thermal paper.

In the above information, except for the first one, Professor Yang Haikun congratulated him in advance, and the congratulatory speech that the paper will be published in the "Lancet" package.

The rest is Yang Haikun's comparison of clinical data between Hong Kong Island School of Medicine and Princess Margaret Hospital based on this paper.

Professor Yang explained the current facts to Nie Chen straight to the point:
In hospitals on Hong Kong Island, the vast majority of patients with severe hand injuries, more than [-]% are smokers.

The experimental topic he will carry out is to give strict medical instructions to the patients in advance after the operation is completed, and inform them of the importance of not touching cigarettes with their escorts and nursing environment.

If the patient can't accept it and secretly smokes after the operation, there are such unexpected examples that he can't control, he will be included in the control group.

Professor Yang Haikun plans to implement this clinical experiment project in half a year.

Ring ring ring ring.

A moment later, the fax machine rang again.

"Hello, I'm Robin Fox, editor-in-chief of The Lancet. Is this Dr. Nie Chen?"

A pure British accent with a strong nasal cavity came from the microphone.

Nie Chen felt a slight shock in his heart.

It seems that the weight of this paper is several levels higher than what I expected.

Originally, Nie Chen thought that even if the paper could be published in The Lancet, it would not disturb Robin Fox, who had just taken the editor-in-chief position, to call him personally.

Under normal circumstances, the editor-in-chief of The Lancet will not take the initiative to call the author of the submission.

After all, those who can become the editor-in-chief of "The Lancet" are all prominent and respectable upper-class lords in London.

The rough and heavy work of making phone calls was done by the executive editor-in-chief of the editorial department.

"I'm Nie Chen. Good morning, Mr. Fox, although it's already evening in China."

Nie Chen neatly folded the thermal paper in his hand, and greeted the editor-in-chief of The Lancet who called from London in a relaxed tone.

"Congratulations, Dr. Nie Chen. Professors from our editorial department and several research institutes in London have discussed and studied your paper, and think that your paper is fully qualified to be published in the main journal of this issue of "The Lancet" [ Randomized Controlled Trial] page, and I also inform you that your paper will be released on the ten working days after I notify you."

"Thank you."

"May I ask if your number can be faxed? Yesterday afternoon, our editorial department had already typesetting the front page of this paper in the random experiment layout. If your number can be faxed, then I will fax the sample cover to you for review. "

"No problem Mr. Fox."

After hanging up the phone, the fax machine rang again, and then creaked and printed thermal paper.

After the smart and capable Chen Chunmei finished making tea, she obediently sat on the small stool opposite the couch and listened attentively to Nie Chen's fluent foreign language exchanges with foreigners on the other side of the ocean.

As for Song Dongyang, who was born in a major, although his oral expression is not particularly good, he can still understand more than [-]% of the words.

Song Dongyang was holding the hot teacup Chen Chunmei put in front of him, and he didn't take a sip of hot tea with the fragrance of tea for a long time. Instead, he was stunned by the content of the phone call from the other side of the ocean, and his scalp went numb.

crunch.

Before Song Dongyang came back to his senses, he saw the heat-sensitive paper of the fax machine, and sent a page printed in English "The Lancet". Vascular Crisis

The author writes in big pinyin: [Nie Chen]

Song Dongyang took the initiative to walk to the fax machine and took the printed thermal paper: "Dr. Nie Chen, is your article really going to be published in The Lancet!?"

Nie Chen smiled and pointed to the heat-sensitive paper, with clear writing on it: "Look, "The Lancet", "The Lancet", my paper will be on the cover of this issue."

I gave Nie Chen two phone calls and two faxes. Song Dongyang, who was here to ask for credit and benefits, can't do it now.

"Doctor Nie Chen, did a patient named Zhou Caifeng come up to ask about the mole on his face the day before yesterday?"

"Yes."

Nie Chen, who was immersed in joy, suddenly became vigilant, "How do you know that this patient came to Aihua Clinic for consultation?"

Dr. Song Dongyang straightened his T-shirt, sat upright on the couch, and replied seriously: "The patient Zhou Caifeng went to the People's Hospital first, and I will receive her treatment in the Department of Five Senses Surgery. I can't give her the operation plan she wants, so let her go She was referred to Aihua Clinic."

no?Nie Chen froze for a moment.

Fortunately, I thought that Zhou Caifeng, who came to the door almost a week after sending the letter, had the courage to come for consultation after reading the letter. It turned out that Zhou Caifeng came to Aihua Clinic because of Song Dongyang's recommendation?
"Doctor Song, if you want to rely on this news to gain benefits from coming to the outpatient clinic, then you are thinking too much." Nie Chen sat back on the short sofa and said to Song Dongyang, waving his fingers.

"Dr. Nie Chen, as a colleague, you are an outpatient doctor. I can understand your self-preservation. However, because of my limited conditions, even if I, Song Dongyang, have performed a lot of clinical operations, my technology has not made great progress."

Song Dongyang took another look at the scalpel magazine cover he held in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I wonder if Dr. Nie Chen can give you a face and sew the pig's trotters you practice sewing every day?" Sell ​​me one and I'll pay you 100 yuan to buy it."

"You don't need the 100 yuan. If you introduce a patient, I'll give you two pig's trotters and two bananas."

Nie Chen raised his chin towards Chen Chunmei, who was boiling water for tea. Chen Chunmei blinked and read the air.

"Doctor Nie, can I take this cover that was faxed from London back and show it off to my colleagues in the dormitory of the First Hospital? I will bring it with me when I come to Aihua Clinic tomorrow."

Before leaving, Song Dongyang pointed to the fax paper on the cover of "The Lancet" and asked Nie Chen.

"Take it, it's nothing."

Song Dongyang held the fax paper as if he had found a treasure, laughed loudly, pushed open the glass door and drove away on the motorcycle.

Editorial Office of The Lancet, London.

When Nie Chen and Chen Chunmei left work on time at 06:30, it was eleven o'clock in the morning in London, an Atlantic island in the western hemisphere.

clap clap.

After the editor-in-chief Robin Fox hung up the phone, he clapped his hands: "Gentlemen, this is an incredible call."

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, this is the nth time you have said the word incredible in two days. Hey, this oriental doctor is simply born out of nowhere." The executive editor-in-chief hung up the phone on Robin Fox and echoed his boss with a smile.

The time when the editorial department of The Lancet received this letter was at noon on May 23, London time.

This time was about thirty hours faster than what Nie Chen estimated.

The Lancet has been published for almost 180 years, and its influence in the world has grown with the expansion of the United Kingdom.

Even though the national power of the United Kingdom declined rapidly after World War II, the "Lancet" publication with sufficient background is still the same, and it belongs to the world's top.

Therefore, this small editorial department receives a large number of submissions from inside and outside the island every day.

And these submissions, at least 90.00% are very funny, boring, and anti-intellectual.

There is also a small part that deduced the wrong results in the wrong way, but wrote experimental papers that compared the data in a serious manner.

These huge amounts of manuscript junk will not appear on the official publication page of The Lancet and cause international jokes. They rely on the professional vision and experienced experience of the [-] editors in the editorial department.

"Unbelievable, this is a contribution from ancient China, the format is standardized, the writing is neat, and the full text is in English."

The executive editor who opened the letter roughly scanned Nie Chen's paper, and sent it to the content executive editor of the editorial department.

"Great, I don't remember any papers mentioning this topic! That's right! No doctor or scholar has ever done an experimental comparison on this topic! An outpatient doctor from China, he did it unbelievably! He is unbelievable I wrote a thesis and submitted it to London!"

At noon on the 24th, I finally read the content of this paper, and the executive editor excitedly submitted this paper to the executive editor who is the second chair in the editorial department.

"Fax this paper to Professor Ma Dongqing of the UCL School of Medicine, Professor Williams of the Institute of Orthopedics, and Professor Vickery of the Institute of Hand Surgery..."

The executive editor assigned tasks to the executive editors. At the same time, he also realized the extraordinaryness of this paper, and submitted it to Robin Fox, the editor-in-chief who is the top editor in the editorial department.

"Professor Ma Dongqing faxed back. He believes that the topic proposed in this paper is revolutionary in the field of postoperative care after microvascular suture! He hopes to get the contact information of the author of this paper."

"Professor Williams also faxed back. He said that this paper is the headline of this issue of The Lancet. Haha, he is still as arrogant as ever."

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, Professor Vickery of the Institute of Hand Surgery, who usually only received feedback within five working days, called. He said that the author of this paper wrote this paper from a condescending perspective, and was born as a clinician. Professor Vickery believes that the technology and knowledge presented by the author of this paper are far beyond what this paper carries."

The editorial department followed the usual submission and release process of The Lancet.

After receiving feedback from experts and professors from different research institutes in London, the high-ranking editor-in-chief, Robin Fox, couldn't sit still.

That's why Robin Fox called the School of Medicine, University of Hong Kong, and asked his acquaintance Yang Haikun about the situation of the author of the paper, Nie Chen.

Yang Haikun also received a warm recommendation about Nie Chen. Robin Fox called the Shencheng Aihua Clinic according to the phone number given by Professor Yang Haikun and had a friendly and pleasant conversation with Nie Chen.

"According to Professor Yang from Hong Kong Island University, Dr. Nie Chen is very young."

(End of this chapter)