Chapter 112 - 111: My Student
Chapter 112: Chapter 111: My Student
Night fell.
On the Southern Medical Tea House forum, discussions about Jiang He were still raging.
Everyone was reeling from the treatise that had appeared out of nowhere.
The aftershocks hadn’t subsided; in fact, they were growing stronger.
"Did you guys hear? About the treatise in the Chinese Journal of Surgery today!"
"Duh, of course! Everyone’s talking about it! Jiang He, the third-year!"
"Holy shit, for real? A third-year published a treatise in the Chinese Journal of Surgery? He must be using a cheat code!"
"I heard he even used follow-up data from Peking Union. What kind of insane connections does he have? My God!"
"I don’t know about his connections, but I do know Professor Sun Changming tried to poach him right at the preliminary review meeting, and Professor Yang Xu shut him down hard."
"Damn, that’s badass... So what does that make the review article Xu Chen was bragging about everywhere?"
"It’s jack shit! Compared to a treatise, a review isn’t even worthy of carrying its shoes! Xu Chen must be so embarrassed his face is swollen!"
This incident, on top of his recent competition victory, caused Jiang He’s fame to skyrocket throughout Southern Medical University.
Even those who normally paid no attention to academic matters had more or less heard of the name Jiang He.
Meanwhile, ambitious individuals were trying every trick in the book to connect with Jiang He, hoping to get in his good graces.
The impact of this event was clearly not limited to the university. It was just that the medical community’s reaction would be slower; the bullet needed a little more time to fly.
...
RUMBLE—
A dull clap of thunder rolled through the clouds above.
The weather in Southern China was always like this. One second it could be bright and sunny, the next a torrential downpour.
Jiang He quickened his pace slightly.
A faint, throbbing ache emanated from his right ankle, but it was still within a tolerable range.
The wind began to pick up, making the leaves of the plane trees lining the campus’s main road rustle loudly.
Feeling the cool wind on his face, Jiang He recalled the scene from dinner at Cafeteria No. 2 earlier.
Wang Xiaoqing asked the questions.
He provided the answers.
After a few rounds of back-and-forth, Professor Wang had turned into a little fangirl who could only nod and agree.
"Yes! Exactly, exactly!"
"Continuous irrigation! My goodness! What a great idea! It completely breaks through the limitations of single-catheter drainage!"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, go on!"
"This would elevate the indications and efficiency of the entire PCD procedure to a whole new level..."
Wang Xiaoqing was completely without airs, humbly seeking his guidance and agreeing repeatedly.
Yang Xu, on the other hand, sat to the side, acting aloof and not saying much.
After they finished exchanging revision suggestions, Wang Xiaoqing asked, "By the way, Jiang He, Zhiyu posted again. This time he threw out a very forward-thinking idea. Have you seen it?"
"I saw it. Why?"
"Well, I was just discussing it this morning in the teaching and research office with a few department heads from Gastroenterology. We all think that if this path were truly pursued, it could change the clinical guidelines entirely. So... do you know anything about it?"
Jiang He answered honestly, "My current focus is on the pancreas and early screening. I’m not that familiar with the underlying mechanisms of hepatic encephalopathy."
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoqing was a little disappointed.
"I see." She sighed. "What a shame. I really wish I could meet him in person, even if it’s just to discuss a few cases."
Snapping out of her thoughts, Wang Xiaoqing added, "Oh, right, Jiang He, the competition is coming up soon. The university has put together a few sets of internal practice exams covering a wide range of rare anatomical variations and complication management. Do you want a set? I can grab one for you when I get back to my office..."
Before she could finish, Wang Xiaoqing waved her hand, refuting her own suggestion.
"No, no, forget I said anything. Why would you possibly need something like that? For a competition at this level, you’ll probably just walk through it. You’re on a whole other level—you’ll crush it. Doing practice exams would be a complete waste of your time."
Yang Xu, who had been silent the whole time, finally couldn’t help but laugh.
"Xiaoqing, you’re praising my student a bit too much. But then again, this competition really is no pressure for him. I’m just hoping it ends quickly so my student can start his internship at Affiliated Hospital No. 1. I’ve got a pile of difficult cases over there waiting for my student to discuss with me."
In that single statement, Yang Xu had managed to emphasize "my student" three times.
’Is he really a genius?’
"..."
A drop of rain hit the back of his neck, pulling Jiang He back to reality.
It was raining.
He didn’t delay any longer and hurried back to the dormitory building.
He turned on his computer. There was a new email.
It was from Xu Juan.
Xu Juan: [Attachment: Scans of Shen Yu’s Physical Exam Report.zip]
Xu Juan: [That guy Chen Hao was nagging me to death about this. My dad happened to be at the hospital today, so I asked him to pull some strings with the lab to get the key results rushed. See for yourself. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.]
Jiang He replied with a "thank you" and then began to go through the reports one by one.
There were seven lab slips and imaging reports in total.
The first: Tumor Markers.
CA19-9 (Carbohydrate Antigen 19-9): 12.4 U/mL. (Reference value: <37 U/mL)
CEA (Carcinoembryonic Antigen): 1.8 ng/mL. (Reference value: <5.0 ng/mL)
The second: Ultrasound report of the liver, gallbladder, pancreas, and spleen.
Pancreas: normal in size and shape, smooth capsule, uniform internal echogenicity, main pancreatic duct not dilated, no obvious space-occupying lesions.
Liver: normal morphology, no dilation of intrahepatic bile ducts.
The third: Complete Blood Count (CBC).
White Blood Cell (WBC) count slightly low, lymphocyte percentage slightly elevated.
A typical blood panel for a viral cold...
Jiang He reviewed the reports several times. The conclusion was: Shen Yu’s body, for now, was healthy.
Only at this moment did the nerves that had been wound tight all day finally loosen a bit.
’It’s good that she’s okay.’
But after a brief moment of relief, a sense of urgency welled up from deep within him.
Although according to the memories from his past life, it would still be several years before Shen Yu’s illness truly manifested.
But he had so much to do.
The miRNA early screening project had just passed its preliminary review. Next, it would need budget approval and a laboratory space application.
And these were just the first steps of the research.
Every subsequent step would require enormous funding.
’Can’t stay idle. I have to speed things up.’
Jiang He closed the window with the medical reports, and his gaze fell on the edge of his desk.
Lying there was a copy of the Chinese Journal of Surgery.
This was the first true ace he had played since his rebirth.
With this top-tier journal treatise, which was enough to rewrite clinical guidelines, he had not only established an unshakeable position at Southern Medical University, but more importantly, he had proven his productivity and academic value to the outside world.
Previously, to prepare for the 2008 stock market bottom, he had borrowed 50,000 yuan from his parents and received another 200,000 in seed money from Wang Kuan.
The principal wasn’t a huge amount.
But now, things were different.
Jiang He picked up his phone and found Wang Kuan’s number.
Lately, Wang Kuan had been messaging him occasionally, sharing updates on her patient’s treatment and asking about his paper.
It seemed that because Xu Wenpei was constantly singing his praises at Peking Union, Wang Kuan’s desire to invest had been growing stronger and stronger.
The latest message from yesterday already had a ’I want to invest even without the paper’ kind of feel to it.
And that was indeed the case.
The world was never short of wealthy people. If Jiang He wanted to find a partner, he could certainly find someone with his current network.
However, Wang Kuan had already sown good karma by generously handing over two hundred thousand yuan last time.
He also had a good impression of her, which was why he planned to talk to her first.
’Two million.’
Once that money was in his account, the market-bottoming plan he had been plotting for so long could finally be unleashed with its full power.