"Ling Ran, go back to work first." Huo Congjun put his hands behind his back and acted like an expert. The imposing manner of a department director was extremely tense.
"Okay." Ling Ran did not care. If it were not for the fact that finger replantation was too tiring, he would have performed them one after another. Now, he needed to rest.
Seeing Ling Ran leave the office, Huo Congjun turned around and looked at Su Jiafu with his tiger eyes.
Su Jiafu was so weak that he did not know where to place his hands.
Huo Congjun did not wait for long and said slowly, "The Emergency Department can support anesthetists, but I have three requirements …"
Su Jiafu secretly sighed in relief and nodded.
He had no choice but to nod. The Department of Anesthesiology's funding was low, and he could not get it. He could not use his pitiful salary to buy materials. Moreover, a fierce department director like Huo Congjun would do whatever he said, and Su Jiafu had no room to resist.
Huo Congjun nodded slightly and said, "First, your research paper must have Ling Ran's name, and he will be the co-author."
"I've already agreed to this," Su Jiafu quickly said.
"Second, since you're going to write research papers, you have to write a few more. You can't just write one when you get funding. Two is the starting point. If you can publish three, I'll help you pay for the next time." Huo Congjun was full of vigor.
Su Jiafu was already very happy in his heart, but he still looked hesitant.
As long as one had money, one could write research papers. This was especially so for doctors nowadays. The amount of time invested was nothing at all. A doctor's time was not valuable. He might not even get dozens of RMB even if he worked overtime for a night.
Su Jiafu was even happier when he could even get more funding for the third research paper.
However, he still pretended to be troubled and asked, "I have to write my name?"
"Isn't that obvious? Do I look like I'm doing charity? " When Huo Congjun glared at him, children who scored more than four hundred points in the college entrance examination did not dare to look him in the eye.
Su Jiafu, who scored more than six hundred points in the college entrance examination, wanted to stuff his head into his abdomen. He whispered, "Um … two is fine, but …"
"That's settled." Huo Congjun was a dignified department director. How could he be so intimate with a young attending physician?
Su Jiafu was proud, but he was afraid that he would be seen through. He whispered, "Department Director Huo, do you have Ling Ran's name on both research papers?"
"Yes." Huo Congjun's tone became more relaxed as he said, "Ling Ran is an undergraduate student. If he wants to become a full-time employee in Yun Hua Hospital, it's not easy to just perform surgeries. He needs to write a few more articles. The articles he published are his own, and he also needs to write a research paper that he collaborated on. We have to walk on two legs, we can't fall behind. "
Su Jiafu inexplicably felt a surge of sourness. He worked hard in the Department of Anesthesiology, worked overtime every day and night, and did not have a girlfriend … In the end, when he wanted to write a research paper, the department director would not approve a single cent of it.
Compared to the treatment in the Emergency Department, Su Jiafu really wanted to jump ship.
"Department Director Huo, what's the third request?" Su Jiafu calmed himself down and asked solemnly.
Huo Congjun frowned. "What's the third point?"
"You said you had three requests."
"Oh …" Huo Congjun dragged his tone and thought for a long time before he said, "Record the accounts properly, don't make a mistake."
"Oh." Su Jiafu did not dare to say more and escaped from the emergency department's office.
He walked out of the operating theater in a daze and returned to the operating theater in a daze. Su Jiafu did not receive any greetings along the way.
In everyone's eyes, anesthetists had always been like this.
"Is it finalized?" Ling Ran, who was performing surgery, raised his head and asked Su Jiafu.
Su Jiafu looked at Ling Ran, and tears almost flowed out of his eyes.
He lowered his head and quietly pulled out his stool from under the buttocks of his colleague from the Department of Anesthesiology, who was working, and said, "It's settled. Department Director Huo gave me 4,000 RMB, and said that if it's not enough, I'll give more."
"If I give more, it means that I won't give more." The anesthesiologist who had his stool taken away chuckled and said, "But Old Su, you're good. You can get 4,000 RMB from the Emergency Department."
"You got it too?" Su Jiafu understood the moment he heard it.
"Yes, the Orthopedics Department gave me more than 10,000 RMB." The anesthesiologist was a little proud.
"The Orthopedics Department is still rich." Su Jiafu felt even more bitter.
Ling Ran, on the other hand, said, "As long as the funding is enough to write the research paper, it'll be fine, right?"
Su Jiafu was stunned for a moment before he realized that Ling Ran was speaking up for him. He could not even answer smoothly. "Ah …" After a long time, he said, "You're right, but the funding is still a little more …"
"Based on your previous train of thought, I've already found four cases, and I've sent them to your email. Take a look." Ling Ran continued to connect the bones, and he ignored Su Jiafu's words that the more the better.
Su Jiafu did not say anything else. He opened his email and read it quietly.
He was originally sitting next to the monitor to read, but as he read, he quietly moved away from the monitor.
It was better not to let his peers see some things.
Su Jiafu lowered his head and read Ling Ran's email. The more he read, the more clear-headed he became. The muddle-headed feeling he had before had completely disappeared.
Based on Su Jiafu's previous idea, he wanted to write an article like [Experience in Anesthesia for Many Severed Finger Replantation Surgeries] or [Effects of XXX Anesthesia for Severed Finger Replantation Surgeries]. If he edited this kind of article well, he might be able to publish it in a small eighteenth-tier journal, or if he looked for someone else, he might be able to publish it in a core journal at the provincial level.
In terms of academics, a research paper in a core journal at the provincial level was nothing. It was just a few thousand words.
But in the hospital system, it was impossible for everyone to be published in a core journal at the national level or even in SCI. Therefore, a core journal at the provincial level was the minimum requirement for a professional title. It could not add points, but it could be ranked based on seniority.
As for SCI?
Or a core journal at the national level? Those were the basic conditions for an exception to be promoted. It took five or seven years for an attending physician to be promoted to an associate chief physician. If you were not equal, then you should publish an article.
If you were promoted to an associate chief physician to a department director, there were no more vacancies in the department. If you wanted the hospital to give you a position, then you should publish an article.
Everyone wanted to publish a good article, but good articles did not fall from the sky.
Ling Ran gave Su Jiafu a pretty good new direction: to discuss the relationship between anesthesia and vascular crisis in greater depth.
As someone who had mastered Perfect Level Finger Replantation Technique, Ling Ran's grasp of relevant information was also top-notch. If he had Master Level Finger Replantation Technique, there was no need for him to understand things related to anesthesia. It would be fine if he only knew about it.
Perfect Level Finger Replantation Technique covered all aspects.
The direction Ling Ran gave Su Jiafu was a topic that covered all aspects, but did not go deep into it. For a doctor from the Department of Anesthesiology, such a topic was naturally quite meaningful.
As long as he could write it, he would definitely be able to publish a good article.
Ling Ran even cooperated with him and found the cases he needed the most.
Su Jiafu could not help but be excited.
For doctors from the Department of Anesthesiology, it was more troublesome for them to find cases than surgeons. In fact, normal surgeons did not have much ability to find cases either.
Only people like Ling Ran, who had the right to choose their own cases and patients, could get cases relatively easily.
Of course, the most important thing was that he could do it.
The doctors in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department who could perform finger replantation were at least senior attending physicians or associate chief physicians. If they were in other hospitals, they would be ranked higher. Su Jiafu did not even have enough prestige to ask them to cooperate with him.
At this moment, Su Jiafu suddenly felt that asking Ling Ran to write an article together was a very wise decision.
"Doctor Ling, let's follow these four cases." Su Jiafu finished reading and quickly looked for Ling Ran to confirm.
"Are four cases enough?" Ling Ran had already brought the microscope over and started to play with the blood vessels. He did not raise his head.
"It's enough, it's enough. It's not easy to find four such cases."
"It's quite easy. I'm looking for the cases that happened in the province today. If you've confirmed it, look for Department Director Huo to make arrangements and ask him to send the patients over," Ling Ran said in a very relaxed manner.
"Look for Department Director Huo to make arrangements?" Su Jiafu thought of Huo Congjun's expression, and his legs became weak.
He chuckled. "Doctor Su, don't be afraid. Department Director Huo is actually quite easy to get along with."
"Then, Young Lu, go look for Department Director Huo and confirm the patients. It's time to send them over." Ling Ran shrugged. When he thought of sending four patients over, his body became warm.
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