Chapter 337 - 229: Preprint Goes Online 2

Chapter 337: Chapter 229: Preprint Goes Online 2

Yang Xu said, "Don’t tell me... you actually did it... did you?"

Wang Xiaoqing said calmly, "Yes. Jiang He did it. We did it. The data was a huge success. We can now detect pancreatic cancer two to three years earlier."

Professor Wang felt absolutely incredible as she said it.

All day, every day, she had to listen to Yang Xu showing off.

Today, it was finally her turn!

And this was one flex that was guaranteed to land.

Yang Xu was so shocked he was speechless.

After a long moment, he finally managed to say, "As expected of my student."

Wang Xiaoqing: "?"

Her smile vanished instantly.

’It was my turn to brag, so how did Yang Xu manage to twist it around and steal the show again? Damn it!’

Wang Xiaoqing: "I’m hanging up. We’re done talking."

After she hung up the phone,

Yang Xu’s eyes slowly began to redden.

As Jiang He’s teacher, he knew how much pressure the young man carried on his shoulders, which was why he was always pushing himself so hard.

’I can’t believe you actually did it so quickly.’

’Maybe heaven really does look out for those who work hard. Jiang He, you deserve this.’

Yang Xu smiled, his eyes brimming with tears.

He murmured, "You actually did it. You really did it... Incredible, just incredible..."

...

「At the same time, in the dean’s office.」

Dean Chen was rolling his Buddhist Beads when the new director of the Medical Affairs Department rushed in.

"Dean Chen, Minister Lin from the provincial department just called personally. He wants the hospital to immediately assemble a team of legal and patent specialists to work with the provincial department overnight preparing materials for an international patent application."

Dean Chen asked, puzzled, "Whose patent? Why the rush?"

"It’s for Jiang He’s project! The early pancreatic cancer screening!"

"????"

Dean Chen’s hand froze, the Buddhist Beads stopping in their tracks.

He asked blankly, "Are you saying Jiang He’s project got results?"

"Yes!" The director nodded emphatically. "Minister Lin said Jiang He and his team did it! The early screening model is working!"

Dean Chen was silent for a long moment.

Then he suddenly burst out, "Quick, quick! Assemble a team to assist them! We absolutely cannot let this get plagiarized again."

In that moment, he thought to himself:

’This is an act of immense merit that will save countless lives.’

’That Jiang He’s team succeeded is a blessing for Affiliated Hospital No. 1, and a blessing for patients all over the world...’

’I should go release some animals this weekend.’

’This time, I have to find a spot with no anglers.’

...

Vice-Dean Zhang Sui had just gotten home.

He had just hung his overcoat behind the door when he received a call from Dean Chen.

After listening to Dean Chen’s summary, Zhang Sui also stood frozen for a long time.

Memories of dealing with the recent plagiarism incident involving Wang Qian from Johns Hopkins University surfaced in his mind.

Back then, all Jiang He had produced was a predictive model for severe pancreatitis, and that had been enough to tempt a professor from across the ocean to shamelessly try to steal it.

And now?

A screening method for pancreatic cancer in its earliest stages.

This was a complete and utter gold mine.

"They actually did it..."

Zhang Sui was filled with solemn admiration.

Then, he put his coat back on.

’I’m going back to the hospital to help Jiang He with the patent!’

’Nobody’s sleeping tonight! Everybody up and at ’em!’

...

Gu Qingyan was reading by her daughter’s bedside, engrossed in a psychology book on mother-daughter relationships.

She had been reflecting on her neglect of her family, especially her daughter.

One sentence, in particular, struck her as deeply profound:

—If you think a child is abnormal, it’s possible she’s the most normal one in the family.

Just as Gu Qingyan was lost in reflection, she received a message from Jiang He:

[Professor Gu, I’m happy to report that we succeeded. The data model is working.]

He had also sent an image.

As a leading expert in the field, Gu Qingyan knew exactly what she was seeing just by looking at the purity values after the dual chloroform extraction and the smooth amplification curve.

"So they did it."

Gu Qingyan leaned back in her chair and murmured softly.

She knew Jiang He was exceptionally talented, but she hadn’t realized he was talented to this degree.

’My serum just arrived today, right? And he finished the project the moment it got there?’

’He completely skipped the model optimization step.’

’That means their previous model must have already been nearly perfect...’

’Is that even possible?’

Gu Qingyan didn’t know if it was possible.

She only knew that the success of this early screening project would send shockwaves around the world.

She thought for a moment, then replied to Jiang He’s message:

[Got it. Excellent work. Keep moving forward.]

’Jiang He, I can’t wait to see how far you’ll go.’

’Perhaps, one day in the future, I’ll see you in Stockholm?’

...

「Late at night in Affiliated Hospital No. 1, in the general ward area outside the Department of Critical Care Medicine (ICU).」

Xu Chen was gently tending to the wound on Guo Chengyu’s abdomen.

During a previous emergency surgery, an unauthorized procedure by Xu Chen had led to a serious case of medical malpractice.

If Jiang He hadn’t made a last-ditch save, stabilizing the situation with a double-lumen fistula and a Bogota bag, Guo Chengyu would have already been dead.

Since then, Xu Chen had been kicked off the medical team indefinitely.

He took on all the most tedious and exhausting tasks in the department, like changing dressings and doing odd jobs.

Han Yuan stood to one side, silently watching Xu Chen.

The old Xu Chen had been obsessed with stealing the spotlight in major surgeries.

But now, his gaze was terrifyingly focused.

Each time he wiped the edge of the tissue with a cotton swab, he would carefully watch Guo Chengyu’s expression, afraid he might hurt the patient.

Xu Chen was relearning the meaning of reverence.

"Dr. Xu, wipe your sweat."

A tissue was held out in front of Xu Chen.

Xu Chen froze for a moment and turned to look.

The person holding the tissue was Liu Suxin, Guo Chengyu’s wife.

Standing beside her was Guo Chengyu’s brother.

Although Xu Chen had agreed to pay for all damages in exchange for the family not pressing charges, their attitude toward him had always been cold.

But during this time, Xu Chen had come tirelessly every day to clean the wound and observe the drainage fluid. He would rush to the ward in an instant, even if the patient just whimpered in the middle of the night.