Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

During the by-election of GMP committee members, Yang Rui was about to write a book.

For academics, the first choice to solve problems is often to publish books. Compared with speeches, essays, or any other form of information transmission, books are the most persuasive.

Even with the lowest standards, books have a great inherent advantage in explaining problems.

An essay is usually used to explain a problem or a group of problems, but if you want to explain a series of problems, you often need a book-like space.

Regarding the issue of drugs, naturally they are all lengthy and chain issues.

In China in the 1980s, there was no systematic research on this.

Yang Rui is different. Even if he does not consider the information in his mind, he is also the person who has the most exposure to the pharmaceutical industry chain in China. Because he has done deferiprone, he has been exposed to the uppermost part of the pharmaceutical industry. He has done PCR and has exposure to instruments. And equipment manufacturing, the three production processes of Coenzyme Q10, let him come into contact with the long production line.

Except for the sales part, Yang Rui is now basically in a state of dominance in the pharmaceutical industry chain.

For domestic pharmaceutical companies, the last thing they need is sales.

There is basically no concept of drug sales in China, and the GMP committee does not involve sales.

With this background, Yang Rui's publishing of books almost became a matter of course.

In fact, when Yang Rui thought about this issue, he was taken aback. Unexpectedly, in my work for more than two years, so much of it involves the field of medicine.

This may also be the influence of Yang Rui by later generations. After all, science serves humanity. The more projects that directly involve people, the more attention they receive. When Yang Rui was in graduate school, the atmosphere of the circle he came into contact with was irrelevant to biomedicine, and Yang Rui’s work was unavoidable. To reach the edge.

However, doing research is inherently more willful. The more high-end scholars are, the more so, because the world is willful, and the field of natural sciences is even more willful. If you find any phenomenon, use your own knowledge to analyze and get what you get. The result is the result, and I can't do what I want.

Is it true that the legendary cross-field scholars are really because they have aspired to be cross-field scholars since they were young? How can it be! Hitler still wanted to be a painter. In the end, he could only search all the famous paintings in the occupied area to realize his dream.

Most scholars across fields have to cross fields just because their experimental data cross fields. How tiresome it is to learn a new subject. No scholar is willing to spend a lot of time and energy just for a subject that may never be used in the future. They have encountered problems in related fields, so Relying on the super learning ability, he has forcibly crossed the field.

Of course, there are also some scholars who are legendary compound talents. They read a bunch of certificates when they were studying. Physical and mathematical mathematics has developed in an all-round way. When considering problems, they naturally cross fields. To evaluate such scholars, we can only say that people It's really self-willed!

It has always been easy for Yang Rui to write a book. The key question is what kind of book to write.

In the next two days, Yang Rui didn't go out at all and lay on the bed, thinking about this issue.

Thinking can also be understood as restoring sleep. The by-election of the GMP committee still consumes some of his energy. The work in the laboratory is not easy, and now it is indeed necessary to return the blood.

evening.

Jing Yulan brought home a small cabbage, and found that Yang Rui was lying on the sofa again and fell asleep. He couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In her impression, Yang Rui has always been busy, so it is not common to sleep for two days in a row.

Thinking about it, Jing Yulan didn’t wake Yang Rui, she closed the door gently, threw off her shoes, and put the ingredients in the refrigerator, leaving only a few chopped ribs in the casserole. Simmered.

After cooking the ribs, Jing Yulan went into the room to change clothes. She wanted to take a bath, but thinking about Yang Rui outside, she gave up, took a book, sat on the balcony, and waited for time while reading.

Reading is a very pleasant thing, Jing Yulan watched, forgetting the time.

As the sun sets, and the balcony is not light enough, Jing Yulan is shocked, and hastily closed the book, ready to see the ribs cooked in the kitchen.

Turned around, but saw that Yang Rui had also been sitting up for some time, holding a book on the sofa in the living room, hearing the sound, and raising his head.

With Yang Rui's eyes facing each other, Jing Yulan felt inexplicably in a good mood, and asked: "Get up."

"Well, I'm full of sleep." Yang Rui replied softly, and said again: "I smelled the scent, so I turned the casserole down to low heat, it should be almost done."

"I forgot all about it." Jing Yulan stuck out her tongue and trot into the kitchen, only to find that everything was normal, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "I'm confused by reading."

"This is not called being confused. It's because I read a book." Yang Rui recalled the beautiful scenery of Shicai's balcony, and dragged a sentence: "Under the chrysanthemum and east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are beautiful day and night, and the birds are in harmony."

Jing Yulan's eyes lit up when she heard it, and she finished reciting the remaining poem: "There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. You like Tao Yuanming."

In her bones, Jing Yulan still has a little literary feeling.

Of course, everyone has it now.

At this time, Yang Rui naturally had to cooperate. He couldn't say "I just remember this poem". After thinking about it, Yang Rui changed his angle and honestly said: "I just saw you reading on the balcony. This is my first impression. "

Jing Yulan blushed and said, "Look at the balcony, how can you see Nanshan?"

"When I saw you, I wanted to learn from Tao Yuanming and go into hiding." Yang Rui smoothly said the compliment.

As a girl who likes literature and art, this sentence is full of lethality, and Jing Yulan is even more blushing.

"I'll look at the fire." Jing Yulan got into the kitchen in a panic.

Yang Rui knew that she was thin-skinned and did not chase in. He turned on the TV and put it on CCTV, just in time to watch the news.

After a while, the dishes were on the table.

When Jing Yulan came out again, she was already calm and composed. She glanced at Yang Rui and said, "Come on for dinner. I saw you have a bad appetite yesterday. Today I made a special soup. If you learn from Tao Yuanming, you will live in seclusion and want to eat spare ribs. I don't know where to buy it."

"In ancient times, people raised pigs by themselves." Yang Rui made a gesture and said with a smile: "At that time, if we want to eat spare ribs, we will kill a pig. If we want to eat pork ribs, we will kill another pig. If we want to eat braised pork, we will kill another pig. Kill a pig."

"You can't finish killing a pig."

"There are many children in the house." Yang Rui looked at Jing Yulan and smiled.

Jing Yulan couldn't stand it at all, staring dumbfounded at Yang Rui molesting herself.

"Come on, have some soup. Don't you have a bad appetite?" Yang Rui gave Jing Yulan the soup with a smile.

Jing Yulan lowered his head, drank half a bowl of soup, suddenly remembered what he cared about when entering the door, and asked: "What happened recently? See you have slept at home for two days."

"Oh, I want to write this monograph on pharmaceutical production. I don't know where to start." Yang Rui replied casually while eating.

Jing Yulan was surprised: "You want to write a book again?"

"Well, I am in the GMP committee. I am the youngest and I am a student. I still enter by-election. If I want to play a role, writing a book is more convincing." Yang Rui said directly that he didn't think so. What needs to be concealed.

Jing Yulan also works in a university. Knowing how difficult it is to write a monograph, she can't help shaking her head: "Even if you can write it, you won't be able to quench your near thirst."

"No, if the writing is simpler, I think a few weeks will be enough, and the writing is a bit difficult, and it should not exceed two months." Yang Rui estimated a generous time.

Jing Yulan asked in surprise: "Write a book in two months?"

"I didn't write this book for long."

Jing Yulan realized that Yang Rui had already written a book.

She glanced at Yang Rui deeply, with a special expression.

Yang Rui asked: "What's wrong? Think I'm talking big?"

"No, but I didn't expect that the students who asked me to learn English at the beginning grew so much." Jing Yulan was quite moved. Whether it was at Peking University or the Peking Normal University where she was, scholars wanted to complete the first one. It takes ten years to write a monograph. The so-called writing of a book is extremely rare, and many people strive for it as a lifelong goal.

Even Jing Yulan herself had only thought of writing a monograph, but never put it into practice.

Yang Rui chuckled twice, and didn't answer the words.

After a while, Jing Yulan asked, "What is the difference between what you said simpler and more difficult? If it is two months, it seems that writing better is more important."

"Simplicity is not necessarily unimportant." Yang Rui shrugged and said: "If you write something simpler, you can write more gradually. You can also write one this month and one next month. It's also wider."

Jing Yulan rolled her eyes when she heard it, but it was surprisingly cute.

In Yang Rui's mind, the thought of "Qingchun no teacher cute photo.zip" came up inexplicably.

"If it weren't for you, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I would definitely be the other person bragging." Jing Yulan shook her head and said: "I heard what you said is pretty good, then write it simpler."

"In terms of short-term goals, it is better to write something simpler. But you know, the more applied things are, the lower the long-term value may be. To be honest, the style is not enough." Yang Rui spread his hands and said, "This is me. The second book, if it is made especially applied at once, or is too simple, it will not be conducive to survival in a circle like the committee."

"It's complicated." Jing Yulan used an encouraging tone.

"Yes, it's hard to have the best of both worlds." Yang Rui sighed.

Jing Yulan moved her heart and said with a smile: "Then write two books in two months and a few weeks."

Yang Rui moved his eyebrows and thought about it carefully.

Jing Yulan saw that he was thinking seriously, and couldn't help being flustered: "I just said it casually..."

"I think it's pretty good. It's fine to use the scraps of one book to write another book. It doesn't necessarily take too much time." Yang Rui thinks about it, the more it feels good. For him, it's better than choosing a difficulty disorder. Get one or two more books out.