CHAPTER 536: CHAPTER 520: THESIS

Feng Na took Hu Zi home.

Jiang Xiaoxiao continued her academic journey.

In the office.

Song Qingyun looked at the paper in his hand.

Not only him, several other directors each had a copy as well.

The latest issue of The Lancet featured the paper Jiang Xiaoxiao had given him last time, which he couldn’t resist sending in due to his enthusiasm.

After sending it out, there was an unexpected delight.

Now there was actually this achievement.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s paper was published in The Lancet.

It truly was an honor for their medical university.

Even among their professors, few have such honors.

Having one’s article published in The Lancet is something many people dream of.

And now Jiang Xiaoxiao did it.

Anyone somewhat involved in medicine has heard of The Lancet.

Not just those studying medicine, but even patients familiar with healthcare, have heard of it.

Many even consult articles, translations, or reviews from it in search of health-related information.

This honor is not something everyone has.

Although he hadn’t used Jiang Xiaoxiao’s real name during submission, opting for the pen name "Blade", the effect was the same.

"Blade" implies a surgical scalpel.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s paper on brain surgery opened up a new line of thought in surgery, bringing significant innovation and achievement for both patients and doctors.

Song Qingyun was excited, holding the publication with a face proud to share the glory.

This was surely wonderful news.

Just about to head out and announce the good news.

Vice President Jia entered.

"Old Song, where are you headed? I need to discuss something with you."

He pulled Song Qingyun back, his face full of smiles.

Song Qingyun found it hard to leave.

"Vice President Jia, a student’s paper was published in The Lancet, I was just about to notify her and report to the president! It’s an honor for our medical university.

What do you need?"

Vice President Jia paused, Song Qingyun’s words made him a bit embarrassed.

Song Qingyun was somewhat puzzled; Vice President Jia’s demeanor seemed related to himself.

"Vice President, just tell me. Do you need my help with something?"

Vice President Jia was always close to him and rarely asked for help.

Song Qingyun thought it might be something hard to mention.

Many life’s matters are hard to speak about, like borrowing money, pulling strings, or asking favors.

Song Qingyun had never suffered in this aspect, but it doesn’t mean others are the same.

He was always considerate of his friends.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have so many friends and students in the medical school.

Vice President Jia looked at Song Qingyun, "Qingyun! I have something to ask you, but I’m afraid you won’t agree."

Song Qingyun was surprised; Jia Xiangqian was always straightforward and not a hesitant person.

"Vice President! Just say it, if I can help, I definitely will."

Song Qingyun was always straightforward.

Few things were beyond the Song family’s capabilities.

As long as it doesn’t violate core principles, Song Qingyun would offer help.

Jia Xiangqian was pleased, "You can truly help me with this, truly. You know my nephew is teaching in our medical school’s clinical department; he’s been wanting to advance his title for many years but hasn’t succeeded.

He’s nearing forty, and you know my age; retirement is approaching, and once I’m gone, Jia Zuo will find it even tougher to get promoted."

Song Qingyun nodded, knowing of this matter. Jia Zuo was indeed an embarrassing presence in their medical school, lacking academic achievements and being unremarkable otherwise.

Such a person truly struggles as a teacher, unfortunate for having chosen the wrong direction initially.

Moreover, Jia Zuo was somewhat different from usual teachers, having a bit of a cavalier attitude.

Everyone in the institution worried for Vice President Jia, stuck with such a nephew, incapable of making progress.

The papers of recent years were mostly rehashing old topics, repackaging old ideas.

Having no new research achievements, naturally, he was someone who did not put effort into professional knowledge.

Students had significant concerns about this teacher.

Classes were mostly perfunctory, merely recitations, lacking practical teachings, frustrating students.

If not for Vice President Jia’s presence, the school might have reassigned Jia Zuo already.

Vice President Jia did face imminent retirement.

"Old Jia, not to say too much, but with our long-standing friendship, I won’t hold back. How about transferring your nephew elsewhere? With his situation, he’d be better suited for a support role in a healthcare unit.

This is better than remaining in a teaching position. Support roles don’t require deep professional knowledge. As long as relations are managed well, there’s quite a potential for excellent work there.

Why let him persist here when you know our educators face tough advancements in title, and such things cannot merely be attained through connections.

The professional knowledge in those papers can’t be ghostwritten by me for him. I can assist with finding connections but can’t find someone to artificially boost his expertise. That’s his flaw, and it’s better for him to create achievements elsewhere.

Your nephew seems socially capable; given that, why insist on this path for him?"

Song Qingyun spoke honestly.

If Jia Zuo were his own relative, he would have transferred him long ago rather than let him stay here wasting time without achieving.

Vice President Jia blushed, "You’re right, but he’s over forty now. No matter which unit he goes to, starting anew and climbing from the bottom up, he might have to retire before even advancing.

I just hope before I leave, I can help him have a chance to move up, at least becoming a professor."

Song Qingyun laughed, "The thing is, I can’t help with that. You know that advancing to professorship requires substantial papers published in recognized journals and expert acknowledgment. You’re not asking me to ghostwrite your nephew’s papers, are you?"

Song Qingyun knew Vice President Jia wouldn’t ask him to be a ghostwriter.

Having someone of his stature ghostwrite, could be detrimental for his nephew.

If needing a ghostwriter, likely someone would plagiarize a student’s paper.

Vice President Jia discussing this openly with him raised issues; doesn’t he fear that Song could reveal this?

Song Qingyun inherently held some pride; for the Song family, there was no need to operate in this way. Academic papers are means to gauge one’s achievements; it was impossible to casually hand one’s work to others.

He himself would refuse to do it, and if truly someone attempted it, naturally, he would report it.

It’s disrespectful to medicine, different from other fields where fraud may be tolerated. In medicine, that’s irresponsible to patients.

It’s also irresponsible to the broader public.

Even more so to all students.