Su Jiafu performed surgeries with Ling Ran until evening. He slept for a few hours in the hospital, and when he woke up at three in the morning to anesthetize a certain burly man, he felt a sense of bliss …
He anesthetized one patient, and he accumulated a case. He anesthetized another patient, and he accumulated another case … It was not so convenient when he performed surgeries with other surgeons.
Usually, doctors would not perform microsurgeries one after another.
The chief physician of the Neurosurgery Department, who was in his fifties and almost sixty, would perform surgeries at nine in the evening and craniotomies at ten in the morning. Then, he would slowly finish the surgery and easily spend the morning. When he went home to rest, the operating theater would be used by an associate chief physician in his early fifties. He would perform surgeries at one in the morning and craniotomies at two or three in the morning. When he finished the surgery, he would not have to go home.
If the two doctors stayed up all night, they would only be able to perform one more surgery when they went to work the next day. Anesthetists were not that tired, and they would not have the chance to anesthetize other patients even if they wanted to.
The complexity of finger replantation surgeries was slightly lower, but the level of difficulty was similar.
Doctors who were willing to perform finger replantations every day were rare, and doctors who could perform finger replantations every day were even rarer.
Ling Ran was different from most people.
When he performed the M-Tang technique, he could perform eight to ten surgeries a day, and he did it to his heart's content. Now, he could also perform finger replantations three times a day without stopping.
This kind of efficiency was naturally what anesthetists liked the most.
From three in the morning until noon, Ling Ran completed two more finger replantations, and Su Jiafu felt so good that he trembled.
"Doctor Ling, I wrote the outline of my research paper during my free time. Come and take a look." Su Jiafu originally did not intend to give Ling Ran the outline. Exchanging a case for the name of the research paper was basically an equivalent exchange, and there was not much of a partnership.
But things were different now. Ling Ran had given him a very good research direction, helped him get funding, and even arranged the case study for him. Su Jiafu would definitely not be stingy with sharing the outline of the research with him.
Besides, Ling Ran's idea might be even better.
The two sat in the waiting room and ate pork trotters while they talked about the outline.
Ling Ran did not know much about anesthesiology, but his understanding of finger replantation surgery was definitely beyond the scope of his knowledge. He watched it quietly for a few minutes before he used a scalpel to cut off every single piece of meat from the pork trotter. Ling Ran sighed and said, "There's no problem with the other parts, but isn't the sample too small? You only planned 12 cases? "
"The 12 cases will take a long time. The four cases today are considered pretty good. I don't know when I'll be able to collect another eight cases … "Even though Su Jiafu was talking, his eyes were fixed on Ling Ran.
It would take a lot of time for him to collect relevant cases.
Even if the Department of Anesthesiology cooperated and kept him in the Emergency Department or sent him to the Hand Surgery Department, he might not be able to encounter many patients who showed signs of vascular crisis, and he might not even know if the patients he encountered met the requirements …
Ling Ran was different. He could choose people based on their medical records.
Under Su Jiafu's expectant gaze, Ling Ran was just about to speak when he heard Lu Wenbin, who was beside him, cough and say, "Doctor Su, we've done so many medical cases, and we're exhausted. Where do you intend to publish your article?"
Su Jiafu was taken aback for a moment before he whispered, "He's definitely heading for the core."
"Chinese Language Core?" Lu Wenbin asked.
"Technological Core counts as well," Su Jiafu said meekly.
The so-called Core Journals were essentially a database. For example, the full name of the Chinese Language Core Journals was "A Compendium of Chinese Language Core Journals". Because Peking University Library took the lead in doing this, it was also known as Peking University Core. It was a batch of Chinese Language Core journals that was determined by Peking University Library through a series of data and judgments. Publishing an article in these journals meant that it was published in a Core Journal.
Correspondingly, the Technological Core was the "China Science and Technology Research Source Journal". It was generally believed that the Technological Core was slightly weaker than the Peking University Core, which meant that it was easier to publish articles.
Su Jiafu looked at Ling Ran's face and added, "The Technological Core is considered an A journal in our hospital. It's enough."
The A, B, and C journals were decided by each unit. During Yun Hua Hospital's internal recognition, they required the associate chief physicians to publish one article in the A journal, the chief physicians had to publish two articles in the A journal, and the attending physicians only had to publish one article in the B journal. Other than that, the scores for different journals were different every year when they were graded.
Of course, this was the lowest line of control. Different departments would have their own policies. For example, the Emergency Department did not have many requirements, and the elite Hand Surgery Department had an SCI requirement for associate chief physicians.
The Department of Anesthesiology also implemented the hospital's standards. Therefore, for Su Jiafu and Ling Ran, if they were only aiming for a professional title, the firepower of the A journal would be enough.
Lu Wenbin pursed his lips and said, "Our Doctor Ling has published a Chinese journal before. You've only published a Technological Core, and you've made everyone run around in circles."
The Chinese journal referred to a batch of journals that were led by China. They were sponsored by the Chinese Medical Association, and their impact factors were generally higher. Many of them were more difficult to publish than SCI. In the circle of doctors, they were first-class journals that were more high-end than core journals.
Su Jiafu could not help but blush. He said, "I know that Doctor Ling has published 'Chinese Critical Care Medicine' before, but does eating squid and sea cucumber mean that I can't eat red braised pork?"
"Your theory is …" Lu Wenbin turned to look at his pork trotter. He felt that it was not good to belittle red braised pork.
"If I can publish a Chinese journal, I want to publish it too." Su Jiafu was a little older, and his IQ, which was more than 600 points in his college entrance examination, started working. He quietly took out his phone, swiped the QR code next to the pork trotter, and bought four pork trotters in one go. He passed one to Ling Ran, Lu Wenbin, and Ma Yanlin, and kept one for himself. He then said with a smile, "This is what I'm thinking. Let's accumulate material first. Once we have a medical case as a foundation, I'll write an article. At that time, if there's hope for the Chinese journal, I'll give it to you. If there's no hope for the Chinese journal, I'll write a Chinese journal. If that doesn't work, I'll definitely publish a Technological Core. At least I won't waste my time."
He had already said that he would give Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin the second author. For houseman Ma Yanlin, this was naturally good news, but it was not enough to bribe Lu Wenbin.
After all, an article with the second author's name on it was useless when it came to the evaluation of professional titles. From a utilitarian point of view, the second author's name was just nice to look at, and at most, it would just accumulate a number.
However, when he looked at the pork trotter in his hand, Lu Wenbin's attitude changed a little. He looked at Ling Ran and said, "Doctor Ling, what do you think?"
"How many medical cases do you think we need to publish a Chinese journal?" Ling Ran's soft words shocked the other three people so much that their eyelids twitched.
"Thirty … Around thirty to forty medical cases, plus the follow-up, we should be able to publish it." Su Jiafu gritted his teeth and said, "Just leave the follow-up to me. You just need to gather enough medical cases."
Before Ling Ran nodded, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes.
[Mission: Fifty Finger Replantation Cases]
[Reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest]
Ling Ran's expression did not change. He said, "We'll do fifty cases. I'll leave the rest to you."
After he finished speaking, Ling Ran finished eating the pork trotter and took out his phone. Under the trio's terrified gazes, he called Huo Congjun.
"Department Director Huo, we've discussed it. We're going to do fifty finger replantation cases. Yes, the requirements are the same as before … We can also accumulate medical cases as material, and then write a research paper from the perspective of the Hand Surgery Department … Alright, fifty finger replantation cases, two research papers!"
Ling Ran put down his phone and calmly said to Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin, "You can take an afternoon nap. There will be new patients sent over in the afternoon."
"Aren't you tired?" When Lu Wenbin spoke, the corners of his lips trembled.
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