nucmednet Chapter 115 Are they divorced?
Chapter 115 Are they divorced?
"Of course!" Dr. Li nodded readily. "Give us your contact information. We're planning to set up a branch in Jincheng and are just about to go back to investigate."
Fu Ruoshi handed over the phone, "This is her WeChat ID, and this is her phone number."
He looked at her and reminded her, "If you get in touch with her, don't say I recommended her. Just say you found her after reading her paper. Otherwise, she will be unhappy."
"Also, if you have good projects and resources, please share them with her."
"As for Ai Jian's landing permit in Jincheng, I'll take care of it."
Dr. Li and his wife looked at each other and nodded with deep emotion.
"Mr. Fu, I can see that you love Miss Wen very much," He Shuwen said puzzledly, "Why did you divorce? Do you want us to help you persuade her?"
"Is it a personality clash?" Dr. Li pondered. "No, I met Miss Wen twice when I was a child. She was well-educated and well-mannered, the product of a family of scholars. You two are a match made in heaven."
When Fu Ruoshi heard that Dr. Li had seen Wen Zhixia when she was a child, he immediately became interested.
"When did you meet her?" A light flashed across his tired face. "Tell me about it."
Dr. Li is five or six years older than Wen Zhixia. When he met Wen Zhixia, she was still in elementary school.
"She's skinny and small," Dr. Li said, comparing her height. "But she's very warm and welcoming. She calls me Brother Li the moment she sees me, and even asks me to read comic books and help her with her math homework."
Fu Ruoshi imagined that Wen Zhixia at that time might not be as tall as his calf now, but she was beautiful, kind-hearted, full of enthusiasm, and curious about the world.
When he thought of her chasing after Dr. Li and calling him "brother", he even felt a little jealous.
When will she chase me...
"Hey, Mr. Fu, that's Miss Wen on your phone, right?" He Shuwen's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pointed at Fu Ruoshi's phone and said, "She's so beautiful and looks so gentle. I can't wait to meet her."
Fu Ruoshi felt a burning sensation in his ears.
"It's funny."
"Then let's leave immediately," Dr. Li said. "We'll be back home this weekend. Then we'll find a chance to meet up with Miss Wen and catch up. I really can't wait."
The leisurely weekend passed quickly.
New week, new busyness.
As soon as Wen Zhixia arrived at the department, she felt that Xiaoya's eyes were looking at her in a strange way, and she seemed to be hesitant to speak.
She thought that some leader was angry again, so she put down her things and prepared to change clothes and check the wards.
Xiaoya followed in quickly.
"Sister Zhixia," she said, holding up her phone and pointing to a PDF file. "Look, Mao Qianqian published in the Jincheng Burns and Plastic Surgery Journal. With her level of skill, can she publish in a top journal? Are you kidding me? Is she trying to compete with you for a rating?"
Wen Zhixia took her phone.
This magazine is the leading journal in the country. It has strict review procedures, many submissions, and some people have connections, so it is very difficult to submit.
Mao Qianqian doesn't even have the right major. She doesn't know boric acid and can't even use hemostatic forceps properly. She can hardly write a paper on her own, so how can she publish it in a top journal?
Ghost letter!
Out of curiosity, Wen Zhixia flipped through the pages.
At first glance, I found something wrong.
The topic and clinical data in this paper are what she has been working on but have not yet published.
Her research topic was about the treatment of complications following extensive burns, but due to insufficient relevant patient samples, her progress was slow.
Mao Qianqian had asked her for papers several times before, and she didn't think much about it and just sent her a few half-written abstracts.
Unexpectedly, Mao Qianqian used her topic, changed her data, and published what she had been working on first.
This is academic misconduct.
"Sister Zhixia? What happened?" Xiaoya saw that Wen Zhixia's face was not right, and guessed about 70% of it. "She copied you? Right?"
Wen Zhixia pointed to a few paragraphs and titles on the document and said, "This topic selection and this clinical data were all done by me before."
"She used your content and published it before you did?" Xiaoya complained. "Can I report her anonymously and ask the editor to remove her article?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Qianqian pushed the door open and came in.
Eyes facing each other.
"Mu Xiaoya, what did you say?" Mao Qianqian sneered at Xiaoya, "Withdraw the paper? Can you still publish the paper?"
Wen Zhixia got straight to the point. "The topic and data for your paper are exactly the same as the ones I sent you before. Don't you have anything to explain?"
Mao Qianqian's eyes dodged for a moment.
She did use Wen Zhixia's topic, then asked a ghostwriter to rewrite the manuscript for her, and finally asked Mao Feng to get the data for her from the hospital, and used her connections in the academic society to publish it before Wen Zhixia.
So she quickly said confidently, "Sister Zhixia, I wrote this myself, and my uncle proofread it for me word by word. What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wen Zhixia sneered and asked her, "Okay, then let me ask you, after a burn patient is hospitalized, how often should those three medicines be used every day?"
Mao Qianqian was suddenly speechless.
"Bei, Bei's complex..." She stuttered, "And the external spray...what...once every three hours, no no no no, that's not right, once an hour..."
Wen Zhixia held up the article in front of Mao Qianqian. "SD-Ag topical application, Beifu preparation, Amikacin spray, you can't even remember what you wrote yourself?"
"I..." Mao Qianqian tried to argue, "But can you guarantee that you can remember everything you wrote in your paper? Don't you have to think about it?"
Even the nurse knew this most basic content, but she spoke haltingly, and the truth was obvious.
"You can use my topic, copy and paste my data, and if you want to be credited, I can give you a second authorship. But you bypassed me and published it directly. Do you know what this means?"
Mao Qianqian was powerless to refute and became angry and embarrassed. "You are just jealous that I published it before you! My uncle can help me publish it! So! If you are not convinced, you can ask Fu Ruoshi to publish it for you! Let's see who has stronger backing, you or me!"
Seeing that she was completely unreasonable, Wen Zhixia knew that she was going to deny it to the end.
"Okay," she said, holding her phone. "Then I'll go ask the vice president. He sent someone who can't even use a hemostat and who ghostwrites papers to the operating table. If something goes wrong, who will be held responsible?"
Mao Feng knew that she was ghostwriting, but he didn't know that the article she was plagiarizing was Wen Zhixia's. Seeing her turn around and leave, Mao Qianqian was afraid that her uncle would scold her, so she was about to chase after her to stop her, but Xiaoya stopped her at the door.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Step aside!"
Mao Qianqian pulled Xiaoya's clothes, but Xiaoya was not as strong as her. During the argument, she accidentally knocked the bag off the door.
That was Wen Zhixia's bag. Xiaoya hurriedly bent down to help her pick it up. Mao Qianqian kicked the bag in anger and kicked out a small red notebook.
Divorce certificate.
Her eyes lit up and she squatted down and grabbed it.
When I opened it, the names of Wen Zhixia and Fu Ruoshi came into view.
They are divorced???
The evidence was conclusive, and Mao Qianqian's eyes sparkled with excitement.