I'm really an intern

Chapter 197 Sending a paper as a thank you

On Saturday, Professor Yang, who stayed in the hospital for a week, was discharged home to recuperate.

Due to the impact of the stab wound, she was withdrawn from the front line of the emergency department.

I heard that there are other arrangements, but she will have to wait for her to rest and exercise before she can continue to fight.

Zhang Tianyang sent her outside the Huiqiao Building, and watched her get into the car supported by her son.

"Om - hum -"

The body gradually recedes.

Look back at the Huiqiao Building behind you, and then look at the outpatient building further away.

Suddenly a world away.

On Sunday, just after Professor Liu led a group of little white cats to check the house, the mobile phone rang.

When I picked it up, it was an old man who worked in the library.

The old man is not only the curator, but also the editor of the Journal of Oriental Medical University.

"Hello? Why did you remember to call me? Are you out of manuscript?"

Professor Liu casually made a joke.

Mainly to express my surprise when I received the call, after all, this old editor is usually busy.

It is naturally impossible to lack manuscripts or something.

The Journal of Oriental Medical University is also ranked first among the Chinese journals. When it is impossible to publish in foreign languages, it is the first choice of many doctors.

There are only too many manuscripts for such a publication, how can there be any shortage of manuscripts?

Unexpectedly, the opposite party was even more surprised than him.

"It's really your student's manuscript!"

Professor Liu was stunned for a second, then quickly reacted.

This is my student who submitted the manuscript, and the other party called to ask for details?

He has experienced this kind of situation before. Generally speaking, it means that the manuscript has been approved, but in some places the editor is not clear and needs to ask the author, or simply call to let him know if he has decided to publish it.

After all, they are all teachers from the same school, so they are no longer limited to simple email correspondence.

But, but, has any of my students posted an article recently?

After quickly going through his students, Professor Liu was puzzled.

its not right!

Those little bastards, either they are still doing experiments and have not completed the problem, or they are in clinical rotation, and no one has submitted papers in the past two months?

Here, Professor Liu is still puzzled.

Over there, the old editor laments even more than he does.

"Okay, old Liu, when did you reach out to the gastroenterology department? Are you going to compete with the gastroenterology department for a job?"

Gastroenterology?

The submitted paper is in the direction of gastroenterology?

A figure flashed in his mind, and Professor Liu subconsciously spoke.

"Is it right, Zhang Tianyang?"

The opposite side gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes, co-author, one Zhang Tianyang, one Yang Wen, and you are the corresponding author."

Corresponding author, the name hung here is generally the name of the first author’s supervisor.

Professor Liu was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"Why are you laughing suddenly? By the way, I just called to ask, there is something I don't understand."

"You have to ask the author directly about the paper."

Professor Liu interrupted the other party, "I'll give you his contact information, you call him. That brat is on vacation now, if he doesn't answer the phone, I'll cut him for you."

Professor Liu didn't call himself to ask about Zhang Tianyang's thesis.

That stinky boy would never let go of being his student, insisting on taking turns step by step.

It is absolutely impossible for Songkou to choose him as a mentor.

So this paper, nine times out of ten, is for him to thank himself for his help.

"Professor Liu, are you smiling so happily?"

Senior Sister Liang blinked, a little dazed.

Professor Liu's temper has always been very irritable, and he is full of momentum when he scolds others. Even if he is usually in a good mood, he is mostly smiling.

When will it be like now, the mouth reaches the back of the head, and the folds on the face can trap mosquitoes!

"No, there is no happiness."

Professor Liu categorically denied it, but the creases on his face seemed to be printed there.

"Hey, Xiao Liang, I can't understand you young people now, you won't say thank you in person, it's just a paper every now and then."

Senior Sister Liang blinked and remained silent.

In the digestive building, the little attending doctor who had just been lying on the bed for less than an hour after getting off the night shift was picked up by his own director.

"Come on, come and see this!"

The chief of the gastroenterology department smiled rarely, and greeted the brothers in the gastroenterology department to come and see things in a gentle tone.

This weird situation made the gastroenterology brother jolt up for an instant, and he lost any sleepiness at all.

"This is from the editor teacher of our journal. It is a paper that has just been submitted and has already been scheduled for publication."

While speaking, the smile on the face of the chief of the digestive department was even bigger.

"You boy, still be humble to me. You are not familiar with the very powerful little classmate last time, and then you quietly mixed up a second work!"

paper?

Second work?

what's the situation?

I don't know how!

The gastroenterology brother looked confused, and then saw his name in the list of authors.

"Really there"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, come and tell me."

The director of the Gastroenterology Department has already downloaded a full set of papers and various attachments, and clicked on Zhang Tianyang's revised video.

They have all seen the original video, which was recorded during the gastroscopy that day.

After the removal of the three-chamber and two-capsule tube, it was a bright red piece.

But the video attached by Zhang Tianyang has been processed by software, the contrast is increased, the speed is slowed down, and the direction of blood flow is marked with arrows.

The gastroenterology brother's eyes widened, and the doubts that had been entangled in his heart for a long time were swept away.

"It turned out to be so!"

After studying fluid mechanics hard, he felt that he had achieved a small success, and several equations popped up in his mind in an instant.

"Do you have paper and pen?"

Grabbing the pen and paper handed over by the director, he stared at the picture marked with the direction of blood flow, and quickly typed a draft on the paper.

"According to the flow velocity, flow direction, and the contour of the patient's stomach, the bleeding point of the corresponding stress is here!"

He accurately clicked a direction on the screen, and then pressed the play button.

The clamp was in place, and the vision gradually became clear. Sure enough, the place where the bandage was tied was where he was pointing!

"sure!"

The director of the gastroenterology department looked surprised and couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder several times.

The gastroenterology brother is also very excited.

"So that's the case! Really, as long as the direction of blood flow is determined, the hemostasis point can be determined according to the principles of fluid mechanics!

I need calculus because I am not proficient. If I can master all the formulas by heart and quickly substitute them in, I can indeed find the bleeding point as quickly as my junior!

How did we never think of this before! "

"That's right!" The director thought deeply, "If I thought about it earlier, many patients might be able to come back, and our department can also go to a higher level."

Suddenly, the office was filled with cheerful atmosphere.

"correct."

The director of the gastroenterology department suddenly thought of something.

"Then can you determine the direction of blood flow now?"

The happy face of the gastroenterology brother turned stiff in vain.

(End of this chapter)