Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 34 The Real Anyue!

Ding Xianqi was not drunk; he was just taking advantage of the alcohol to say some things he had been holding back for a long time.

As he left, he carefully picked up the gifts that Guo Ziyuan and Liu Guanghui had prepared for him.

Upon entering her home, Ding Xianqi carefully tidied her hair and face, then forced a smile as she unlocked the fingerprint lock.

Guo Ziyuan took his junior brother Liu Guanghui down the elevator to the walkway in their teacher's residential area.

The streetlights along the trail were far apart, and Guo Ziyuan and Liu Guanghui were both shrouded in shadow.

Liu Guanghui seemed a little downcast, his glasses perched on his nose trembling slightly. "Senior brother, is Master... a little distraught?"

Guo Ziyuan knew that Liu Guanghui was still very young and naive, and should have been full of vigor and high aspirations for the future.

But today, Ding Xianqi didn't talk about "reason" and directly tore off all the pretense, showing Liu Guanghui the cruel reality of the medical profession.

Liu Guanghui may be more qualified than Guo Ziyuan, but what good is it if he can get a doctorate?

The Provincial People's Hospital has no shortage of PhDs, not even a hundred. If it wanted, it could bring thousands of PhDs over to serve one after another.

Only a small number of people can stay in the hospital.

What good is it if I can stay in the hospital?

There are many attending physicians who have been in the hospital for a long time, but those who can be promoted to associate chief physician and associate professor must be the best among them.

After passing through one heavenly gate after another, teacher Ding Xianqi pushed open the door and realized that he was still just an ant.

Ding Xianqi is 36 years old this year. He looks spirited and energetic, but he is still an "alternative ant"!

He was wearing another layer of Kong Yiji's long gown, a gown he couldn't take off.

Having worked in the workplace, Guo Ziyuan understood his teacher's thoughts, but at this moment, he had to step in to comfort Liu Guanghui: "Don't think too much about it. The most exciting part of life is your social circle."

"Fortunately, we are all doctors. As long as we bring healing to patients and see their happy smiles, we will naturally feel a sense of accomplishment."

"The only difference is whether a patient with a simple illness or a patient with a complex or rare disease thanks you."

Guo Ziyuan tried his best to simplify this circle as much as possible based on his own understanding.

After hearing this, Liu Guanghui's expression improved somewhat: "Senior brother, then, what kind of patients will we thank in the future?"

Guo Ziyuan continued, "When patients are sick, they are all pitiful, regardless of their social status or wealth."

"Their thanks were sincere."

"This is an analogy. You have a very sincere mentor-student relationship with your teacher, and the other people in the department also have very sincere mentor-student relationships with their teachers, as do the other PhD students in the department."

"This sincerity is truly precious."

"Go back and rest first. I remember you have to work tomorrow." Guo Ziyuan quickly changed the subject.

As expected, Liu Guanghui's expression instantly changed to one of being controlled by the residency training system: "Senior brother, I'll be going now."

"You can cover my surgery tomorrow."

"Okay, sure!" Guo Ziyuan nodded in agreement.

On-call duty takes precedence over surgery. When there is surgery scheduled for the bed under Liu Guanghui's care, he cannot go to the operating room, but his senior and junior colleagues will help him take over.

The same applies when Guo Ziyuan is on duty.

……

It was 8:40 PM.

Inside the brightly lit teaching building of the Provincial People's Hospital, many top undergraduate students are studying diligently, striving to be recommended for postgraduate studies or pass the entrance exam for a master's degree and win scholarships.

Outside the building, the streetlights flickered.

A warm breeze gently blows.

The wind blew up the bangs on An Yue's right sideburn.

An Yue dressed up a little today.

Upon seeing Guo Ziyuan, she jogged closer, carrying a light purple backpack, and said earnestly, "I'm sorry, Dr. Guo, I'm late."

Guo Ziyuan took a half step back and said, "I just arrived. Our agreed time was 8:50. You're not late."

"I had drinks with my teacher today and came directly from his house. Do you have a mask in your bag?"

Up close, Guo Ziyuan noticed that An Yue's brows were slightly furrowed, probably because he disliked the smell of alcohol on him.

"Yes!" An Yue turned to the side, his light green elbow-length sleeves slightly tightened, and with his slender hands he opened the backpack zipper, took out a disposable surgical mask and handed it to Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan took it and tore open the outer packaging: "Dr. An."

"Tell me your specific ideas. When do you want to collect the data? I'll confirm the time with my advisor."

An Yue swung his backpack back to its normal position, his bangs flying as he did so. This time, his voice wasn't as harsh as before; it was polite and gentle: "My idea is to do it as soon as possible."

"I can help you."

An Yue quickly and cleverly changed his tune: "We can collaborate on writing two papers."

This is a transaction, a bargaining chip, not charity.

An Yue has long, slender eyebrows and curved, round eyes.

The streetlights weren't very bright, so you couldn't see the specific colors clearly, but the light was still very clear.

Her body was stiff and reserved, and she even tried to hold her breath. She gripped the straps of her backpack tightly with both hands.

"Could I know the specific reasons?"

Guo Ziyuan withdrew his gaze: "After all, I'm going to negotiate with the advisor again and again."

"This is asking for a favor and making a request!"

An Yue's shoulders shrugged slightly, and his upper eyelids blinked three times before he raised his head slightly, making the outer edge of the broad bean even clearer.

"I need to get the research grant approved as soon as possible, otherwise all my previous efforts will be wasted."

"The research on diabetic foot was something I did during my doctoral studies. Some of the data from that time is still with my original research group, and I can't access it."

"If they use this data to apply for research grants, I will lose the initiative."

The grant application process works like this: whoever applies first gets it.

It will be given to whoever has more accumulated wealth.

Compared to other areas of experience, Anyue currently relies on the Provincial People's Hospital, which doesn't provide much of a foundation.

All we can do is strive to be the best.

"Then why don't they apply next year?" Guo Ziyuan asked again.

"Analyzing data takes time; you can't quickly deduce specific ideas just by having basic data."

"But I can't be completely sure if it will be in time."

An Yue frowned slightly: "If I can't solve the diabetic foot problem, I'll have to change direction."

Guo Ziyuan ignored An Yue's simple attempt to evade the issue with "social skills": "Was all the previous data collected by you?"

An Yue's expression didn't change much, but the light in his pupils flickered with a hint of unease.

She didn't reply, nor did she show any anger or even a wronged expression.

She had long understood that pretending to be wronged was the most useless thing to do.

A girl's beauty is not for feigning grievance or pitifulness.

Although An Yue didn't reply, Guo Ziyuan understood everything: "Doctors at the Provincial People's Hospital face immense pressure to secure research grants?"

An Yue answered with a clear conscience this time: "It's all there in the long term, but we can ignore the short term."

"I just don't want all my previous efforts to be in vain; I'll try to salvage whatever I can."

Guo Ziyuan asked again, "The Department of Endocrinology at the Provincial People's Hospital has its own well-established research pathways. Why don't you move in that direction?"

Trauma surgery also has its own areas of expertise and well-established research directions, and endocrinology, a department with strong research capabilities, certainly has its own as well.

An Yue finally showed some temper and took a small step back: "You shouldn't ask so many questions, should you?"

When you switch research groups during your PhD studies, it takes a long time to get used to them.

Changing your research topic abruptly will only take longer to familiarize yourself with it!

Although Guo Ziyuan was given a second chance at life, he still couldn't fully understand what had happened to the little girl.

Guo Ziyuan frowned slightly: "I want to ask you, what exactly is the purpose of conducting research on diabetic foot?"

"If it's just for research projects or promotions."

This issue may have touched a nerve with Anyue, revealing his volatile side: "Of course, it's to reduce the amputation rate of diabetic foot, or even cure it."

"But taking on research projects to increase your chances, gradually accumulating experience, and securing funding is an essential path you must take!"

"You don't need to be so sarcastic and say I'm just jealous because I can't have them."

She knew that people like Guo Ziyuan, who weren't good at scientific research, liked to criticize the small group of people who did scientific research.

It's similar to the common misconception that top students lack emotional intelligence and are only good at studying.

An Yue began to take the initiative: "These are not questions or concerns for you. You just need to complete our transaction."

"I hope it's as soon as possible."

After An Yue finished speaking, he picked up his bag, turned around, and left.

She didn't sway her waist; instead, she walked very quietly.

Wearing loose sweatpants, she quickly blended into the group of undergraduates who had finished their self-study sessions, without looking out of place at all.