When the old man heard this, his tone of voice rose...
Not to mention foreign magazines, even if it is a domestic magazine, it would be a big deal for the eldest grandson to be published.
"It must be so. It is written in this letter that the manuscript was approved for publication. This magazine was sent as a souvenir by Ren Magazine. In addition, a bonus was sent to another author."
"The bonus doesn't matter, the main thing is..."
Zhou Congshu gasped for breath, he was so excited.
After searching for a long time, he finally figured out what lancet was.
"Dad, the main reason is that this magazine has a big background. I just searched it. It is the top academic journal in the international medical industry. It is very valuable. Professors from various universities may not be able to publish it. But if they publish it, they will have a celebration banquet and make a big show of it.
The kind of commendation.”
"Just like in your day, whoever's articles and information could be published in newspapers would be the ancestors of our family, or the ancestors of our family would be commended for the concept of internal reference..."
Zhou Shouming is old and his brain is not yet confused.
"I understand, don't give me random examples, it's just about publishing a paper."
"But how did he do it in his whole life? I haven't seen him write any papers, and he just graduated from college. Where did he get the theoretical knowledge?"
"What is written in this paper?"
Zhou Congshu could only shake his head: "The wording is too technical and I don't understand it. I do know the title, Discussion on Kidney Removal Surgery in Field Emergency Surgery."
The words fell.
Both of them were stunned at the same time.
Zhou Congshu didn't think much about it just now, but now that he mentioned the title like this, he started to think deeply about it.
Publication of a paper must be substantiated. If you have never had kidney removal surgery, how can you write this paper?
But it is unrealistic to perform kidney removal surgery on Zhou Sheng.
I'm an intern and not a professional. Isn't this nonsense?
If we really want to trace the reason——
The two men looked at each other: "Didn't this kid have his kidney removed in Africa?"
Then, there was silence again.
After a long time.
"Dad, why don't you wake up Yisheng and ask?"
Zhou Shouming thought for a while and shook his head: "Forget it, let him rest. I asked him when he came back last night before the operation was performed. The child is also tired, and I believe that he will not be a random person in his life."
Setting your sights on a magazine and reducing it to publication is a good thing no matter what.
…
Kyoto.
Ouyang Research Institute.
The same special express line was delivered to the concierge, and the concierge quickly sent it to the small building of the institute.
As soon as the assistant saw the sender, he came in happily and said to Ouyang at the desk: "Professor, the new issue of The Lancet has arrived."
"Oh, it's pretty fast. Let's take it apart and take a look." Ouyang turned around with a look of excitement on his face.
to be honest.
For Ouyang, there was no emotional upheaval after publishing his paper.
On the contrary, this time, he is quite looking forward to it. This is the first time he has reviewed a promotional manuscript, and the co-first author is one of his own, which is also the first time in domestic academic circles.
The assistant unpacked the package and took out the magazine, along with a folded letter and check.
There are editing fees for reviewing and writing manuscripts. As for letters, they are nothing more than words of thanks, and financial reports are nothing at all to those who can publish papers in The Lancet. Knowledge is power and money.
The cost of a project can easily reach tens of millions.
After getting the magazine, Ouyang immediately flipped through it. After flipping through a few pages of the catalog, the first page was a promotional copy from the British branch of MSF Doctors Without Borders.
Under the title, the chn author's signature really shines.
"Okay!" Ouyang slapped his thigh fiercely, as happy as a child. "Look at the letter again and see if there is the author's contact information?"
The assistant glanced at it and smiled: "How could someone give you a written reply to the contact information you asked for via email? It's not on it."
"Oh, that's right, then just wait." Ouyang read the email reply almost every day. His curiosity about Dr. Zhou has been his top priority recently.
"I'm happy today. Let's ask the cafeteria to cook two more side dishes and add the bacon we brought back from last trip to Shonan. Let's have some too."
The assistant could empathize with Ouyang's psychology and nodded with a smile: "Then you have to go back later tonight. If your sister-in-law smells the smell of alcohol, you will be in trouble."
"You are the only one who talks a lot."
…
at the same time.
Medical schools, research institutes, medical units, and magazines from major universities and colleges have been delivered by express delivery.
The weight of The Lancet means this is a must-read publication within the industry.
Therefore, you can imagine that when countless people opened the catalog page and saw that the first author on a promotional manuscript they had not seen for a long time was one of them, their expressions were naturally colorful.
As for Zhongyuan Medical College, which has been "spoiled" by Ouyang, there are already students waiting at the entrance of the library, just to be the first to be sorted and read the original text.
As for the original author——
Just woke up.
At 10:30 in the morning, Lao He's call came in.
Zhou Sheng answered the call, slowly climbed up from the bed and said: "Lao He?"
"Well, you worked overtime last night? Aren't you off duty?"
"I originally sent Su Quan there, but when I encountered an emergency that no one else could handle, I had no choice but to take care of it. It's past four o'clock when I got back, and I didn't dare to call you for fear of waking you up."
Xiao Zhou's words must not show off, and Lao He knew it as soon as he heard it: "Look how proud you are, I will fly to the United States on my flight later, let me tell you, I must have been in a lovelorn state for more than ten hours."
"Can you see what you need me to bring back?"
"It's okay. Everything from abroad is available in China. You just need to come back early."
Lao He didn't care about that much: "Then I'll just buy some. I'll always bring some to Grandpa and the others. In addition... Aunt Jasmine will go to Qinzhong the day after tomorrow. Can you pick her up?"
Is Zhang Moli coming?
That's not right.
Even if the construction is about to start, how come things like script negotiation and check-in are in such a hurry when the New Year is not over yet?
Without waiting for Zhou Sheng to ask more questions, Lao He explained: "My grandpa's family didn't do this very much. In the early years in South America, there were few Chinese people, so the atmosphere was not enough, and my mother was with me at home."
That being said, I can understand it.
Nowadays, many people from inland cities are migrating to cities and settling in coastal cities. Without relatives and neighbors, the Chinese New Year atmosphere is no longer so strong. Not to mention that the Lu family's situation is quite special and they may have been westernized long ago.
"Then I'll pick you up when the time comes, so don't worry about it."
Next, there is the young couple's chat.
Yesterday, Delia also called He Congshuang. She originally thought that the two were together, but she didn't expect that they were separated, so she asked Lao He to say hello. Delia was not keen on false gifts.
We chatted on the phone for more than forty minutes before hanging up.
By the time the conversation was over, Zhou Yisheng had sobered up.
The clinic was closed, so he didn't have to avoid anything and went out in his pajamas.
The door opens.
The two eyes turned around at the same time. There was something obviously wrong in those eyes, full of murderous intent.
"Er, come on, daddy has something to ask you." Zhou Congshu said seriously.
Zhou Shouming also patted the empty seat between the two of them: "Sit."
When Alexander was born on Monday, he had an inexplicable illusion that he made a mistake as a child and was interrogated by three courts.
Walking forward, before sitting down, Zhou Shengsheng was attracted by the document bags and magazines on the table: "Hey, The Lancet magazine? When did our family order this thing?"
On the sofa.
Zhou Congshu and Zhou Shouming looked at each other. This guy still wants to strike first and use smoke bombs?!
Brother Shu didn't accept this: "Sit down and tell me, what's going on with the paper in this magazine?"