Rebirth 10: This Medical Madman is Unreasonable

Chapter 19 The Teacher's Little Mood!

June 17th, another Friday.

The sun was blazing.

Inside the large glass windows, the cool air from the central air conditioning felt refreshing. The window was half-open, letting in the warm air from outside, which, after being softened by the cool breeze, brought a slight warmth to the skin.

Chen Zhuoan started packing up his notebook, but as soon as he put down the keyboard... he turned his head and saw a square face.

Teacher Dong Anhua appeared behind me at some point, his expression and gaze cold and stern.

"Trying to run away again?" Dong Anhua's lips moved, his voice crisp.

Chen Zhuoan slowly capped the pen in his hand and reported precisely, "Master... all the doctor's orders have been processed."

Dong Anhua finally released his hands from behind his back, stretched out his right hand and waved: "Come with me!"

After Dong Anhua turned around, Cao Heyuan turned his head to look at him: "The teacher has been here for a while!"

"He told us not to remind you."

Chen Zhuoan smiled calmly and replied, "Oh...it's nothing."

Chen Zhuoan tidied his notebook and left the doctor's office, showing no sign of panic.

When I pushed open the door to the director's office, Dong Anhua had already lit a cigarette, which was nearly a third burned.

As Chen Zhuoan turned to close the door, Dong Anhua questioned, "For the past week, no one has been seen in the lab, no one in the skills training room, and no one in the department!"

"You seem quite busy..."

Chen Zhuoan: "Teacher, there are limited workstations in the skills training room, so we have to wait in line."

"The research projects in the lab are progressing well."

"I've been in the lab recently, but I went to the gastroenterology lab."

Dong Anhua: "I know it's because of Su Xiheng."

"And what about yourself?"

Chen Zhuoan answered frankly, "I also do experiments and write articles."

Dong Anhua asked more specifically: "What experiments did you conduct, and what articles did you write?"

"What techniques have you practiced? What books have you read?"

Chen Zhuoan answered truthfully and earnestly: "Teacher, I have written two meta-analyses and submitted them. My roommate and I have also collaborated on two more, which are currently in the revision stage."

"In terms of experiments, we are conducting basic cellular experiments on pathways related to gastric cancer."

Dong Anhua held a cigarette in his right hand, shook it, and some ash fell onto the back of his hand. It wasn't hot, but it startled Dong Anhua.

Dong Anhua's voice was shrill:

"You wrote two papers in just over a week, and even submitted them?"

"Do you want me to be labeled as having committed academic misconduct, or do you want to turn us both into 'typical villains'?"

This was 10 years ago; meta-analysis wasn't as widespread, at least not commonplace!

Therefore, at this time, as long as you write a paper, no matter what kind of paper it is, your supervisor will support you.

Meta-analysis, as a research output that does not require funding, is also recognized by hospitals and universities.

If the first cohort of students in the eight-year program can publish a meta-analysis in an SCI journal, it will meet the requirements for doctoral graduation.

"Master, it's just two meta-analysis papers. Who's going to find fault with these papers?"

Chen Zhuoan said calmly, "Besides, if they can find a problem, it's a problem with the original author's data, not with us!"

Meta-analysis articles are the type of paper with the lowest risk.

The data was not generated by myself; it was a secondary analysis of data from other people's literature!

No one will investigate the meta-analysis papers for plagiarism.

Furthermore, if Chen Zhuoan really wanted to fabricate a paper, he would simply submit the paper he had published in his previous life.

He can remember all the basic data anyway, so he's not afraid of others verifying it repeatedly.

In Chen Zhuoan's view, there are only two pressing issues at present.

The first thing is to reverse the medical dispute that Dong Anhua encountered.

The second is to get Su Xiheng into the eight-year system as soon as possible!

Other things, such as gathering research team members, can be put on hold for now.

Dong Anhua took another sip: "That ICU patient has woken up!"

"The local infection has been brought under control, and he will be transferred to the general surgery department soon."

"The current problem is that his family is unwilling to pay for the previous medical expenses."

Chen Zhuoan remained unmoved.

Such incidents only became more frequent after the emergency evacuation regulations were introduced.

Chen Zhuoan didn't have any money to cover the cost, so his smile softened: "Teacher... it's good that he's awake."

Dong Anhua stubbed out his cigarette: "I've said thank you, but I'm not handing over any money."

"However, this isn't a major problem."

"Thank you for your hard work and trouble."

"The treatment plan you provided was instrumental in bringing his infection under control so quickly and enabling him to wake up from the ICU so soon."

Chen Zhuoan didn't care: "Teacher, I only borrowed the concepts and ideas from other papers, and I didn't do anything major original."

Dong Anhua tapped the table: "If it can be borrowed and put into practical use, that's a good thing!"

"Can't you understand a good word or a bad one?"

Chen Zhuoan pursed his lips.

In his past life, he had experienced far more complex and difficult cases than this patient.

With the infection under control, it was hard for Chen Zhuoan to feel much distress.

It's just that someone who should have died didn't.

More importantly, Professor Dong Anhua will not have to retire early, allowing me to start my research and clinical career earlier.

Chen Zhuoan's focus has never been on this.

"Teacher, now that this matter has been resolved, can we sit down and talk about other things?" Chen Zhuoan took a few steps forward, intending to pull up a chair and sit down.

"Get out!" Dong Anhua suddenly pointed to the door.

Chen Zhuoan paused slightly.

"Get out of here!" Dong Anhua shook his right hand.

Chen Zhuoan looked at Dong Anhua carefully for a few moments, then nodded: "Okay, teacher."

Chen Zhuoan then turned and left.

"Come back," Dong Anhua said again.

Chen Zhuoan then turned around again!

Throughout the entire process, Chen Zhuoan's expression remained unchanged, as if Dong Anhua's repeated orders were nothing to him, as if nothing had happened.

The student's emotional stability and composure were so chilling that they gave him the creeps.

After Chen Zhuoan sat down again, Dong Anhua asked, "Young man, what happened?"

Chen Zhuoan actually smiled and said, "Teacher, if you're busy, I'll come to see you another day. There's plenty of time."

"If you're not too busy, I can share my thoughts with you."

Dong Anhua swallowed hard twice: "Aren't you afraid I'll get angry?"

Chen Zhuoan's voice was calm: "Teacher, even if you're angry, you'll be fine in a little while."

Is Dong Anhua angry?

Chen Zhuoan had considered this possibility.

But what could Dong Anhua possibly do to get angry?

I have not committed any heinous acts, nor have I betrayed my master or ancestors, nor have I brought any disaster upon the patient.

That was at most just Dong Anhua's personal little mood.

It's just a little mood; it'll pass after a while.

Chen Zhuoan was only responsible for dealing with the minor emotional outbursts of four people.

Father, Mother, Su Xiheng, Chichi.

Other people's little emotions, do you care about emotions or not!

"Why would a teacher get angry with a student?" Chen Zhuoan added, using his own way of thinking.

The words that Dong Anhua was about to say were all swallowed back.