From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 198

"The above is a little bit of experience on how to preserve more glands for patients, reduce life-long medication consumption, and improve the quality of life after surgery by improving the surgical method in thyroid surgery. If there are any deficiencies, please contact us. Please contact me after class to discuss.”

Accompanied by applause, Zhang Zifan, with the assistance of the diligent tea server, finally finished explaining his clinical application paper of more than 3000 words.

Because it is a paper rather than a courseware prepared in advance, even if Zhang Zifan is eloquent and has done a lot of divergence, the content will still appear more boring and the pictures will not be as rich as before.

However, this affects only some average students.

For senior graduate students, experts and professors with certain surgical skills, the explanation of this paper is much more practical than the previous case analysis.

It's not that the previous case analysis of ameloblastoma was unimportant and not thorough, but because, no matter how thorough and clear Zhang Zifan speaks, there are some things that he can't learn, just can't learn.

For example, nerve anastomosis, everyone knows the principle, and it is not advanced.

But let Gu Guoxiong do it, he just can't do it.

But this is not the case with "25 New Gland-sparing Operations in Thyroid Surgery".

Ignore the frightening fact that 25 surgeries suddenly emerged, so that researchers in thyroid surgery will not know what to do in the next 50 years.

Just talking about the surgery itself, except for a few few techniques that are extremely demanding and somewhat uncertain, most of the surgery can be integrated into daily operations.

Therefore, when Zhang Zifan finished his thesis, Gu Guoxiong, the young and vigorous director of maxillofacial surgery, was the first to stand up and take the lead in applauding!
He changed his usual serious expression, the corners of his brows fluttered, as if he was saying,

"Got it, let's go face to face with the director of nail and breast surgery!"

It wasn't until this time that everyone realized that Zhang Zifan had been speaking for four hours without knowing it.

After hastily announcing that get out of class was over, Yao Shihua and others naturally wanted to invite Zhang Zifan to dinner.

It's not a high-end place, it's the school cafeteria.

If you want to say what you miss the most about your alma mater after graduation, the cafeteria must be a popular choice.

Although I didn't feel anything when I was in the game, I even felt that takeaway was much more delicious.

But only after graduating and stepping into the society, do we realize that school meals are the simplest, cleanest, and cheapest.

Of course, the premise is that the alma mater can't be too scumbag, otherwise the cafeteria will only leave terrible memories of fried cockroaches and braised rat meat.

……

Zhang Zifan has not returned to his alma mater for a long time.

The last time I ate in the school cafeteria, I sent Liu Xiaonan to S University to report. I ordered a lot of special dishes on the second floor. The total cost was less than 80 yuan, and I was very satisfied.

This time when he heard Professor Yao and others treating him, Zhang Zifan's tears of missing his alma mater flowed out of the corner of his mouth again.

But half an hour later, the tears at the corners of Zhang Zifan's mouth were too much.

Of course, this is not slander, but forgetting, this is the capital of Sichuan Province!

Every time he ate a dish, Zhang Zifan tried his best to remove the bright red pepper on it, but it turned out that all this was in vain.

Not to mention the dishes, but the pair of chopsticks, Zhang Zifan suspected that they had been marinated.

His tongue had already closed to himself. At this time, Zhang Zifan remembered that he had not encountered such a problem at the celebration banquet organized by the Sichuan provincial government before, and was arranged at the spicy table very considerately.

It's not that Zhang Zifan can't eat spicy food at all, at least he can eat something like Haidilao, so the meal was very satisfying.

Thinking about it now, this is all thanks to Brother Yang who is in charge of arranging the venue and dishes!

Zhang Zifan remembered that Brother Yang basically had no major advantages other than being well-maintained and looking younger.

People who are about to retire and still dawdle in the system are really wasting their time.

Unexpectedly, he is still such a careful person, who actually considered his native place and eating habits, which is really considerate.

It seems that the organization buried such a talented comrade!

Shaking his head, Zhang Zifan silently took a big mouthful of rice.

"Doctor Zhang, don't patronize eating, eat more vegetables, the chefs in the flavor restaurant here are very good!"

Gu Guoxiong was very enthusiastic and kept picking up serving spoons and chopsticks to add food to Zhang Zifan.

Zhang Zifan showed a smile uglier than crying, and said, "Xiaxia Nong Yegamen!"

"Hey, Doctor Zhang, I can understand your native dialect, it means thank you, right, haha, you are so polite!"

Gu Guoxiong became even more enthusiastic, "Try this mapo tofu and this spicy fish diced again. Even though they are simple home-cooked dishes, they have a unique flavor and are very authentic!"

Zhang Zifan already understood the table jargon of people from Sichuan Province.

"Distinctive flavor" means "specially spicy", and "specially authentic" means "specially spicy"!
……

Zhang Zifan ate and chattered, Professor Yao wanted to finish the meal and talk about something, but finally he couldn't help but ask:
"Dean Xiao Zhang, where did you submit that paper on thyroid surgery? "Donghai Medicine" or "Donghai Oncology"?"

Zhang Zifan shook his head while drinking water desperately.

"Isn't it these two books? Donghai Province is a bit famous for these two books..."

Yao Shihua frowned, "Isn't it "S State Medicine"? Hasn't that book stopped publishing?"

Zhang Zifan was still mumbling, and then shook his head.

Yao Shihua's brows tightened: "Is that the university magazine of S? You voted for Lao Zhou and the others, you might as well vote for me. To be honest, in terms of the strength of the medical school, apart from being rich, how can S University compare with Huaxi? Not a heavyweight!"

Knowing that Mr. Yao had misunderstood, Zhang Zifan quickly drank up the water, shook his head and said, "None, I submitted for "Hao Ran Academic Journal"!"

""Haoran Journal"? Could this be your hospital itself..." Yao Shihua and the others put down their chopsticks in surprise.

Zhang Zifan took the opportunity to move the dishes away, and then said as a matter of course: "That's right, it's the self-operated journal of our Haoran Hospital, which just published its first issue.

It is still published irregularly now, and when the strength permits in the future, we will gradually publish quarterly, bimonthly, or even monthly magazines. "

Yao Shihua originally thought that no matter what Zhang Zifan said, he would not be surprised.

Even if he told himself now that he was researching some Nobel Prize-level project, Yao Shihua said...

Well, he didn't believe that either.

However, in the same way, Zhang Zifan actually said that he had started an academic journal, which also surprised Yao Shihua.

Academic journals are not something that any journal can claim to be. It can only be approved by the famous government.

Only when the name appears in the relevant list appendix can it be called an academic journal.

Yao Shihua quickly asked Zhou Hao to check the catalog of the latest academic periodicals, and there really was "Haoran Academic Journal" in it.

Both domestic and overseas publications are available, and they are very formal at first glance. They can also be found on CSSCI Chinese Social Science Citation Index and Pubmed.

As for the world-recognized benchmark of high-level publications, SCI (Science Citation Index) can be found, but the impact factor is extremely low.

At this point, Yao Shihua and others finally believed that Zhang Zifan, a monster, had really opened an academic journal, and he had published his papers with high SCI impact factors on it.

It’s already difficult to run a regular magazine, but it’s even harder to run an academic journal. I really don’t know how he did it.

Could it be that there is someone in radio and television?
emm...

We don't dare to think about it, and we don't dare to ask...

……

Of course, theoretically, Haoran Academic Journal cannot be regarded as an academic journal strictly speaking.

Because according to the definition of "academic journal", papers in the journal must be peer-reviewed.

That is, after the author submits the manuscript, the editor-in-chief or the accepting editor invites scholars with professional knowledge or attainments to comment on the academic and text quality of the paper, and put forward opinions and judgments. The editor-in-chief decides whether it is suitable for publication in this journal according to the evaluation results.

Generally, sci-tech journals invite 2-3 reviewers, and there are more.The evaluation results of these reviewers will directly affect the editor-in-chief's final evaluation of the reviewed articles.

"Haoran Academic Journal" obviously does not have such steps.

But this is not absolute.

For example, academicians of the American Academy of Sciences have the right to directly publish articles in certain journals without peer review.

Of course, there are few such examples.

Even those domestic journals that are fake, follow the principle of "peer review" in the procedure.

It's just...

Anyway, there is room for operation here, needless to say, everyone who understands understands.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zifan's eyes lit up.

In order to further standardize the Haoran Journal, reviewers are indispensable.

Experts who are too low-level are a bit off their shelf.

And these people in front of them, aren't they tall, short, fat and thin?

There is also Dean Zhou Housheng of Attached One, and Dean Wang Guanfu of S University. I wonder if they will give themselves face?

It might be difficult, after all, these deans are busy people, and they don't have time to do such thankless things.

But you can also go to UCLA, find Dr. Robert and Dr. Trudeau, and Dr. Asan from Kuta Hospital.

I am a foreigner over there, and even a foreign expert, so they should give me some face.

(End of this chapter)