Rebirth 10: This Medical Madman is Unreasonable

Chapter 13 Su Xiheng's Dream!

If Chen Zhuoan didn't have memories of his past life, he certainly wouldn't have a deep understanding of the phrase "to settle down and make a living".

He just seems like a middle-aged man whining about nothing!

Professor Dong Anhua started by talking about graduation.

Graduation is the foundation of studying. If you can't graduate after eight years of study, it only proves that you did something crooked before you entered the university.

It's a stepping stone to getting a doctoral degree.

Having a place to live is the foundation for making a living.

To be a surgeon, and even a surgeon who can make a living, you need to have some skills.

When you treat patients and they all become worse, when patients, superiors, and colleagues no longer trust you, the rules will naturally eliminate you.

Only after learning some skills, performing some surgeries, and being able to solve problems for some patients can one dare to say that they can make a living in this field.

The ability to establish oneself is entirely different from the ability to secure one's livelihood.

Chen Zhuoan graduated with a doctorate from Xiangya Hospital of Central South University. If all he thinks about in this life is making a living, then his mentality will be one of utter indifference.

To make a living, one must make a name for oneself in the industry and become a renowned doctor in the eyes of others.

It's not easy.

First, graduate, learn a skill to make a living, and find a way to establish yourself.

Dong Anhua truly lives up to his reputation as a professor and teacher; in a short period of time, he clearly outlined Chen Zhuoan's near-term, medium-term, and long-term prospects.

Moreover, the plan was based on Chen Zhuoan's own performance and strengths.

Chen Zhuoan, however, had a different idea: "Teacher, could we delegate this improvement project to someone else?"

"I'll only participate to a limited extent."

Chen Zhuoan's tone was tentative, but Dong Anhua frowned.

"What? You're not confident you can do it well?"

Chen Zhuoan shook his head, his tone nonchalant: "That's not it... teacher."

"I came up with this idea while reading papers today; I have other things I want to do."

Dong Anhua choked on the tea he had just swallowed and coughed it up.

The mouth and nasal cavity were filled with tea residue.

He quickly grabbed two pieces of paper to cover his face.

After five or six seconds, he turned his head and said, "Chen Zhuoan, do you really not know how to talk to a teacher?"

"I've warned you twice already. I told you not to talk to me like that!"

Chen Zhuoan's expression softened a bit: "Okay, teacher."

Chen Zhuoan knew that Dong Anhua was the teacher and he was the student.

When a student's background and position are superior to that of the teacher, conflicts naturally arise.

But Chen Zhuoan really wants to go back to the mindset he should have 10 years ago.

Even if the state is reversed, it cannot be returned to quickly.

Chen Zhuoan shouldn't get so carried away with joy just because of a "machinery improvement," that would be incredibly naive!

"So what kind of research topic do you want to work on?" Dong Anhua wiped his face and softened his tone.

"You seem to look down on this topic?"

Chen Zhuoan: "Teacher, it's not that I look down on it, it's just that I feel there's no need for me to take the class myself."

"The theoretical principles are mature; it only takes a little time to develop it."

Chen Zhuoan consciously clarified his role: "Moreover, it will cost a lot of money. If I want to do this research, I'll have to get into the details for a long time."

"We have to find the money ourselves, which is quite troublesome."

Even with a direction and theory, a fundamental foundation is still essential for improving equipment.

That's burning money, burning a lot of money, millions or even tens of millions of dollars in funding.

Without this kind of investment, you definitely won't be able to get into clinical trials.

Chen Zhuoan was used to the system of funding from outside sources in his previous life, and he really couldn't be bothered to ask for external funding.

In reality, compared to the original surgical instruments for sleep apnea syndrome, the improvement of this VAC device is insignificant.

Dong Anhua scoffed: "I hadn't realized you were such a braggart."

"Then I'll make it clear: you have to work on this project."

"You proposed it yourself, and you're not going to do it? Who's going to do it for you?"

"Shall I make it for you?"

Chen Zhuoan was momentarily dazed—

In his previous life, Chen Zhuoan had several teams of professors working for him. Whenever he came up with an idea, he would simply give the order.

However, I am nothing now.

If you ask a few undergraduate interns to do something, they probably won't be convinced.

This habit is difficult to change in a short time.

"Here's a few hundred thousand yuan. Go ahead and mess around with it. Let's see what you can come up with, and then we'll see how it goes and allocate it to your group's discretionary funds."

"If you threw tens of thousands of dollars into the water, it wouldn't even make a ripple."

"The idea you proposed will have to be shelved."

"As you said, the US has already developed a finished solution, and there are also papers and patent registrations."

"It's not worth it for us to invest too much money in trying to catch up with the tail."

"You can start working on the research topic assigned to you by the group. As for the remaining 100,000 to 200,000 yuan, I will have Zeng Tianfang allocate it to you privately later."

That's fine.

Dong Anhua tapped the table again: "I'm warning you one more time. In the future, be mindful of your status and boundaries when you speak and act."

"I'm your teacher, so I can tolerate your old-fashioned attitude."

"Others will really slap you in the face right there and then."

"No matter how good your memory is, how strong your theoretical knowledge is, or how quick your thinking is, you still have no identity to carry."

What is a carrier of identity?

"Your teacher told you."

"It's your professional title, your papers, and your specific achievements."

"Others are not your teachers. They don't have time to sit down and slowly discuss your thought process, your thinking, and your theoretical accumulation with me."

"They only look at your identity, your achievements, your papers, and which journals your articles are published in!"

Did you hear me clearly?

Chen Zhuoan has always acknowledged that Dong Anhua is a good teacher.

In his past life, he didn't help Chen Zhuoan much during his doctoral studies because he himself was deeply mired in trouble. It wasn't that Dong Anhua didn't have this idea.

After Dong Anhua took complete retirement, he also took up Chen Zhuoan as his student again.

"Okay, teacher." Chen Zhuoan nodded.

"Okay, go ahead!"

"This is a good idea. I'll work on it and hopefully we can transfer that ICU patient out."

As Dong Anhua said this, he scratched his scalp and cursed:

"These hundreds of thousands are the tuition I'll be paying for the last time!"

"If I ever act like a pushover again, I'll chop off my own hand!"

Chen Zhuoan's eyelids flickered rapidly as he quickly withdrew, leaving Dong Anhua with a quiet and calm space.

In fact, Dong Anhua in his previous life may have said something similar!

And he did just that.

If one has already taken early retirement, they have relinquished all clinical duties, no longer perform surgeries, no longer see patients, no longer treat patients, and have refused re-employment offers from private hospitals, so they can focus on teaching.

Until his death, Dong Anhua never touched a knife again...

In this lifetime, the teacher will probably not follow the same old path again.

In fact, in the previous life, Professor Dong Anhua's early retirement caused the overall strength of Xiangya Hospital's trauma orthopedics department to regress by at least five years!

The loss of a top professor who completely withdraws from clinical practice at just over fifty years old is a significant blow, even for a place like Xiangya Hospital.

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After leaving the laboratory, Chen Zhuoan did not return to his dormitory in a timely manner.

Although Su Xiheng said she couldn't come to see Chen Zhuoan anymore, it didn't mean Chen Zhuoan couldn't take the initiative to see her.

When Chen Zhuoan brought two boxes of medium-spicy fried food to the 19th floor of her lab, Su Xiheng ran out the door with a look of surprise on her face.

The two sat down in the laboratory stairwell.

Su Xiheng's tadpole-like eyes narrowed: "Delicious, delicious..."

"An'an, this is so delicious."

"Thank you, An'an."

"I instantly felt much better."

"But aren't we being too extravagant?"

Chen Zhuoan barely touched his chopsticks; he just stared intently at Su Xiheng.

Su Xiheng was dressed simply in a Semir short-sleeved shirt, Aiyifu jeans, and canvas shoes that cost only a few dozen yuan a pair.

Two boxes of fried snacks, mostly vegetarian, cost Chen Zhuoan forty-two yuan.

Over 10 years, the cost is actually not high.

However, both of them were just students, and each of them only had 800 yuan a month for living expenses.

"It's okay, as long as you enjoy your meal!"

"I'll buy you whatever you want to eat in the future," Chen Zhuoan said gently.

He hadn't seen Su Xiheng for far too long.

Chen Zhuoan had dreamed more than once about what it would be like when he saw Su Xiheng again.

Chen Zhuoan never dreamed that he would see Su Baobao, who was in her twenties, one day.

"There are so many! I want to eat them all: spicy skewers from Chengdu, hot pot from Chongqing, grilled fish from Wanzhou..."

"And... steak, are you scared?" Su Xiheng gritted her teeth.

Chen Zhuoan felt a mix of laughter and tears, and shook his head: "I'm not afraid..."

Su Xiheng finally chose a cheap and affordable option: "Actually, what I really want to eat is the spicy hot pot place on the back street of the medical school."

"You should eat too." Su Xiheng fed Chen Zhuoan a bite.

"I still have to do experiments after I finish eating."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhuoan suddenly said, "Su Baobao, could you please call your teacher out?"

"I'd like to speak with her alone."

Su Xiheng: "???"

She frowned slightly: "Are you sure you want me to call you 'teacher,' and not 'senior sister' or 'junior sister'?"