Tuesday morning, Lin Family's study in Xiangtai Apartnt.
Lin Jie clicked "send," and seeing the "successfully sent" prompt on the computer screen, he inexplicably felt his body relax.
The research project that took more than half a year is finally over.
He turned his head to look out the window and noticed thin streams of water sliding down the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
It's raining.
At that mont, his phone rang.
Lin Jie picked up the phone and saw it was a call from Xiang Rong.
Answering the call, he couldn't help but ask, "Editor Xiang, have you been waiting for my email 24 hours a day?"
"You said it. Our submission deadline is the 25th of the month, and now it's already November 2nd."
Xiang Rong complained, "I've been unable to eat well or sleep well these past few days, checking my phone every half hour for email notifications, afraid I'd miss your email."
"This special issue, missing anyone's article is fine, but not yours."
He spoke with a sense of grievance, "You're such a big na, I didn't dare to call you to remind."
Lin Jie chuckled and said casually, "Editor Xiang, I apologize, I've been quite busy lately."
"Just a verbal apology lacks sincerity. At least three or five papers would heal my wounded heart. You have no idea; I've lost over four pounds these days."
Lin Jie snorted, jokingly saying, "At your age, losing four pounds is better than gaining four pounds. No need to thank ."
"Besides, papers aren't like cabbages growing in the field; they're not that easily obtainable."
Xiang Rong laughed lightly, "If soone else said that, I'd believe it, but not you."
"For you, writing a paper is indeed easier than picking a cabbage from the field."
He again spoke with a tone of resentnt, "Expert Lin, we've been old friends, right? You can't abandon your friends."
"Why do you say that?" Lin Jie was sowhat puzzled.
Xiang Rong gave a dissatisfied hum, saying, "The other day, Old Zhang from the Peking Union dical College Journal showed off a paper by Director Lei Jun of the Binhai University Affiliated Hospital, 'New Research on Severe Comminuted Fracture Treatnt.'
"Director Lei ntioned at the beginning that the paper was dedicated to you, and the new and effective treatnt thod was your idea."
"Such a good paper, how could you let Director Lei submit it to the Peking Union dical College Journal?"
Lin Jie was aware of this paper.
After Lei Jun finished writing, he personally brought it to Lin Jie for review, and Lin Jie was the first author in the paper's authorship.
Lin Jie declined, saying he only provided an idea. The actual surgical implentation, follow-up treatnt, and many other aspects were all done by Lei Jun, strongly suggesting Lei Jun be the first author.
"Director Lei is the first author of that paper, so I can't interfere with where he submits it..."
Xiang Rong knew well, just as he held onto Lin Jie firmly, every accomplished doctor has a couple of journals as relatively fixed collaborators.
He wasn't genuinely complaining about this matter.
He could distinguish well between Lin Jie and Lei Jun.
"Expert Lin, it's almost the end of the year, and various year-end evaluations have been scheduled. Do you have any plans?"
Xiang Rong guaranteed in a firm tone, "On my end, whatever I can do to help and cooperate, I won't be vague."
Lin Jie asked, "Editor Xiang, your information is well-connected, so you must have heard so rumors."
Without waiting for Xiang Rong to reply, he continued, "Honestly, my ambitions don't lie here."
"So, these evaluations and awards, I ignore them all, just quietly being a pure doctor."
Over the phone, Xiang Rong let out a long sigh, "Struggling with nature is endless joy, struggling with people is endless joy, but the word 'struggle' for our people is really frustrating."
"Actually, I've been hesitating whether to give you so advice, yet it feels too shallow and alarmist."
"Because of not competing, the world can't compete with him."
"With your talent, Expert Lin, if you delve into research for three to five years, by then, no one will be able to overshadow your brilliance..."
Lin Jie left the study and headed to the living room, where he saw Zhang Xiaoxiao curled up on the sofa watching TV.
"Xiaoxiao, keep twenty thousand for the vascular exchange project as closing costs, and distribute the rest as labor allowances to everyone."
Zhang Xiaoxiao muted the TV, got up from the sofa, and asked, "The project is concluded?"
Lin Jie nodded and said, "The report is done, and the Indian boy has returned ho."
"Lin Xiaoxiao will be observed for another week before going ho, and then it's just long-term follow-up checks."
Zhang Xiaoxiao responded with an oh and asked, "Ajie, should the money be distributed by rank or equally?"
Lin Jie thought for a mont and said, "Equally. Everyone contributed a lot to this project, so no need for distinctions."
"Alright, got it. I'll handle this in the next couple of days!"
After saying this, Zhang Xiaoxiao casually asked, "Ajie, what's Guan Muhua been busy with lately, not showing up often, and it's always Qin Gang driving? What is he doing?"
Lin Jie was unsure what Guan Muhua was busy with.
From what Kong Mingqing revealed, it seed to be a significant and risky matter.
He made up an excuse, saying, "Isn't Qin Gang about to get married? He's working extra so he can take a long vacation."
"Guan Muhua probably took advantage of this ti to busy himself with personal matters."
Zhang Xiaoxiao knowingly nodded. As she was about to sit down to watch TV again, she said, "Ah Jie, in that case, tomorrow I need to go to the school's and hospital's finance departnt to handle so financial paperwork."
"I won't go with you to Professor Chen's signing ceremony in the morning."
After several negotiations, the talks between the Chen Family and Xingwang Biological Pharmaceutical finally reached an agreent at the price of thirty-two million.
The Chen Family specially invited Lin Jie and others to attend the signing of the transfer agreent.
According to Lin Jie's thoughts, it's purely redundant, burning money.
It's not a billion-dollar project, just tens of millions in transfer fees, is it necessary to make such a grand display at a five-star Crown Holiday Hotel for a formal signing ceremony?
However, since Chen Fanzhi personally invited, and people from the An Family are also attending, Lin Jie couldn't really be absent.
He advised, "Xiaoxiao, there's nothing much to see at the signing ceremony, it's alright if you skip it."
"But you can co over and have lunch with us, you have to eat lunch sowhere anyway."
"The food at the Holiday Inn is quite good."
Zhang Xiaoxiao scoffed, disdainfully said, "Am I supposed to drive over an hour just to have this lunch?"
"Is it worth it? You make it seem like I've never eaten well before."
"Sis, I am also soone with money, I can afford to eat abalone and fish maw every day."
Lin Jie couldn't help but roll his eyes, not wanting to bother with her anymore.
Zhang Xiaoxiao has nearly twenty million in savings, casually buying a bank wealth managent product would earn seventy to eighty thousand yearly, which is more than enough for indulgence in food.
Zhang Xiaoxiao spoke again, "By the way, Ah Jie, keeping money in the bank isn't a good idea."
"If you find another good investnt opportunity, like that pastry shop, not too big of an investnt, don't forget about ."
Lin Jie nodded and said, "Although the pastry shop investnt didn't work out, it did spark my interest in investnts."
"When I find a suitable project, I'll bring you along..."
Weather with autumn drizzle makes it suitable to stay at ho staring off into space.
Watching the low thick clouds outside and the rain splashing with the wind, Lin Jie suddenly felt lazy.
So he just took a lazy day for himself, lounging on the other end of the sofa, eating snacks, and with Zhang Xiaoxiao watching idol dramas full of love, breakups, and reunions endlessly.
This leisurely life continued until five in the evening when it was disrupted by two unexpected student visitors.
"Gao Yanhong, Yan Beichen, what's wrong?"
Looking at the downcast duo, especially Yan Beichen whose eyes were red, Lin Jie asked concernedly, "Did your ntor scold you? Or faced exclusion or unfair treatnt by others?"
"I can handle ntor's criticisms and scolds."
Yan Beichen's eyes reddened further, tears coming forth, sadly said, "Teacher, the patient in a surgery I assisted in died today."
"I checked his condition this morning, he was recovering well, even talked and laughed with ."
"But after lunch, when I returned, I found out he died, already taken to the morgue."
"Do you know the reason?" Lin Jie inquired!
"Post-surgical deep vein thrombosis!"
Hearing this reason, Lin Jie could only sigh.
Deep vein thrombosis refers to the formation of blood clots for various reasons within the vein lun.
It's a very high-risk postoperative complication, also a key symptom in post-surgery care that needs close prevention.
Just so people's vein thrombosis can sotis have no obvious symptoms, making it easy to overlook.
Once a vein thrombosis loosens, transported by blood flow, finally causing a pulmonary embolism or cerebrovascular embolism, it can result in patient death in minutes to hours.
"Alright, alright, don't be sad. Such unexpected situations, when I encounter them, many tis there's nothing I can do either."
Lin Jie comforted Yan Beichen, then turned to Gao Yanhong, asking, "What's your situation?"
Gao Yanhong sighed deeply, feeling very frustrated, "I was tracking the follow-up treatnt of a patient, he choked on water, triggered violent coughing, which then led to the surgical incision in the abdon organs to tear, causing massive bleeding."
"Before they even got him to the surgery room, he was gone."
This...
Lin Jie could only say, this person is truly unlucky. Survived major surgery only to die from choking on water.
However, spending a long ti in a hospital, one always encounters all sorts of strange ways to die.
Gao Yanhong continued, "The ntor saw both of us downcast, and just gave us leave."
"We wandered around with nowhere to go, so ca to look for you."
Lin Jie nodded, "Coming to find is the right choice."
"The death of these two patients isn't your responsibility, nor sothing you could have saved."
"According to the old saying, the King Yama had their eyes on them, couldn't avoid dying."
He checked the ti and said, "It's almost dinner ti; delicious food can cure all unhappiness."
"I'll show off my cooking skills today; you two shouldn't be idle, co along to help ..."
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