Chapter 110 - 109: Silencing Everyone with Hard Power
Chapter 110: Chapter 109: Silencing Everyone with Hard Power
In the conference room.
The gazes of the Head of the Research Department, Professor Sun Changming, an associate professor, Brother Liu, and Xu Chen all converged.
At first, everyone was a little confused.
’Professor Yang... What’s he doing, suddenly pulling out a magazine?’
Only Xu Chen’s eyelid twitched, and a sudden sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
’I have a feeling someone’s about to flex! Danger, danger, danger!’
"The latest issue. Just got fast-tracked for publication."
Yang Xu leaned back in his chair, picked up his thermos, unscrewed the lid, and blew on the steam. "Here, turn to page 42."
Since there was only one magazine, after Sun Changming took it, the others could only crowd behind him, craning their necks to see.
They turned to page 42.
The title was in bold black print.
"The Value of Lymph Node Ratio (LNR) in the Postoperative Prognostic Evaluation of Pancreatic Ductal Adenocarcinoma: A Multicenter Retrospective Cohort Study"
The associate professor commented, "An original article on a new theory? A little interesting."
He quickly glanced down at the author list.
First Author: Jiang He (Department of Clinical Medicine, Southern Medical University).
Corresponding Author: Yang Xu (Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, Southern Medical University First Affiliated Hospital).
The associate professor: "?"
Like him, the others were completely dumbfounded, their gazes shifting back and forth between Jiang He and the magazine.
As for Xu Chen, his mind went blank with a BUZZ... He felt on the verge of fainting, completely disconnected from reality.
’Are you telling me a third-year undergraduate published an original article as the first author in the *Chinese Journal of Surgery*?’
’How is that possible? If this paper were submitted at the university, it would be enough to sweep every national award for all five years of college!’
But the shock had clearly only just begun.
Brother Liu suddenly said, "Wait, a multicenter retrospective study... I can understand the data from Affiliated Hospital No. 1, but this... where the hell did this other data come from?"
The associate professor frowned, about to criticize him for swearing, but then he cursed out loud as well, "Holy shit?"
Because he had seen the sample sources:
Southern Medical University First Affiliated Hospital, China Academy of Medical Sciences Peking Union Medical College Hospital.
"Peking Union?" the associate professor exclaimed, snapping his head up to look at Jiang He, and then at Yang Xu.
Data from the General Surgery Department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital—what did that even mean?
Forget a third-year undergraduate—even a professor like Sun Changming would have to go through extremely tedious communication and layers of approval to obtain five years of complete follow-up data on pancreatic cancer from Peking Union, spanning the north-south divide. He might even be outright rejected.
But now, that very data lay quietly within Jiang He’s paper.
How did he do it?!
In the conference room, no one spoke another word.
Everyone began to read the paper seriously.
Among them, Sun Changming was reading the most intently.
Ten minutes passed...
During this time, the conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
From time to time, faint whispers of "Holy shit," and "Holy shit" could be heard.
The Head of the Research Department hadn’t crowded around, but seeing everyone’s reactions, he too realized the weight of this paper and silently straightened his posture.
Finally, Sun Changming finished reading the last word.
He closed the magazine and let out a long breath.
The shock in his heart was impossible to conceal.
When he looked at Jiang He again, his admiration was written all over his face.
"It breaks through the barrier of being limited by the number of lymph nodes dissected and uses a ratio to objectively quantify prognosis... This paper is rewriting the clinical staging guidelines for postoperative pancreatic cancer. Brilliant, simply brilliant."
At these words, both the associate professor and Brother Liu sucked in a sharp breath.
Rewriting the guidelines.
This was the highest academic achievement countless clinicians pursued for their entire lives...
And Jiang He... had so effortlessly achieved it?
Sun Changming suddenly relaxed and said with a laugh, "Hey, Xiaojiang, why don’t you just come directly to our Cancer Research Institute’s project team? We can research this miRNA together. Labs, equipment, funding—I’ll approve whatever you ask for. How about it?"
The moment Yang Xu heard this, he reached out, snatched the magazine back from the table, and stuffed it into his bag.
"Old Sun, that’s a low blow, isn’t it? Jiang He is my student, and you’re trying to poach him right in front of me while he’s sitting right here?"
Sun Changming sighed. "Ah, Old Yang, you’re just so petty. Always thinking like that. I never had any intention of stealing anyone from you. I don’t want to steal your student, and I don’t want to steal your wife. I’m a man who’s been married once already, with one foot in the grave. What would I have to fight you for?"
Sun Changming’s remarks considerably lightened the atmosphere in the conference room.
A few of the leaders from the Research Department couldn’t help but lower their heads and let out a soft chuckle.
Yang Xu rolled his eyes, long accustomed to his old partner’s shameless antics, and didn’t bother to take the bait.
The Head of the Research Department cleared his throat, bringing the topic back on track.
He said in a solemn tone:
"Jiang He, this paper has certainly made us see you in a whole new light."
"Using an original article from the *Chinese Journal of Surgery*—one sufficient to rewrite clinical guidelines—as your academic foundation is far more potent than a hundred articles in ordinary journals or review papers. More importantly..."
"This paper was published with our Southern Medical University as the first affiliated institution. Once this LNR theory is promoted internationally, it will vastly increase the overall academic influence and prestige of our Southern Medical University in the fields of general, hepatobiliary, and pancreatic surgery in China."
The Head of the Research Department was right.
With his absolute, undeniable skill, Jiang He had shut everyone up and even elevated the university’s status.
It left no room for even a shred of rebuttal.
The associate professor silently returned to his seat, his head slightly lowered, not saying a word.
As for Xu Chen, he felt as if ants were crawling all over his skin.
The core review article he had been so proud of was worth less than a piece of scrap paper in the face of Jiang He’s original article.
’No, seriously, you tell me—how am I supposed to replicate *that*?’
Jiang He spoke up at the right moment, his tone still calm. "Professor Sun, Director, since the doubts about our team’s output capacity have been dispelled, then regarding our proposed optimization plan for the upstream extraction of peripheral serum miRNA, what are your thoughts...?"
Sun Changming interrupted, "It’s approved. The theory is novel, the preliminary preparation is thorough, and most importantly, the project lead has an extremely strong ability to see research through to practical application. Old Yang, your team’s project pre-approval is fine. Go ahead and submit the budget and facility requests to the school. I’ll sign off on it."
The professor was truly broad-minded. After all, if Jiang He established his own lab, it would inevitably divert resources from their side.
In the future, the two sides would be in constant competition.
But Sun Changming’s thoughts were actually aligned with Jiang He’s: it didn’t matter who made the breakthrough first. Either way, it was a good thing that would benefit the country and its people.
Jiang He nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Professor Sun."
The pre-approval meeting concluded smoothly, and everyone packed up and began to leave one by one.
Jiang He had an injury on his foot and wasn’t walking quickly, so Yang Xu deliberately slowed his pace to walk beside him.
Sun Changming walked alongside them, continually teasing Yang Xu. "Old Yang, I was wondering why you wanted to hold this pre-approval meeting ahead of schedule. You planned this whole flex from the start, didn’t you? Hmm?"
Yang Xu just clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed with him.
But Sun Changming just chuckled, enjoying himself immensely.
Just then, Professor Wang Xiaoqing walked in through the doorway.
She seemed to have been waiting outside the door for quite some time, clutching a stack of printouts, and spoke with excitement and urgency:
"Jiang He, is the meeting over?"
Jiang He nodded.
"Finally!"
Wang Xiaoqing was practically bouncing with impatience. "Quick, I’ve rushed out the first draft of the part using PCD as the entry point. Do you have time now? I’d like you to take a look and see if there are any problems!"