Doctor: It's reasonable to perform surgery on yourself.

Xu Qiu looked at the functional scale he had just filled out and said, "Only the assessment items related to the parietal lobe, frontal lobe, occipital lobe, etc. are logical.

As for the others, they look serious but are actually a mess.

The traces of performance are too heavy. "

Yu Bingqing reacted suddenly: "Dr. Xu, you mean... he is pretending?"

The doctors were also surprised.

They can't see any problems with these quantitative details.

Neurology is a specialty with deep barriers.

Moreover, even if Director Lin from the brain surgery department were to come over, he would not dare to claim that the patient had lied.

Xu Qiu dared to say this, but the functional scale was actually just an excuse.

The real basis is the master-level positioning of craniocerebral function injury.

In other words, he has extremely precise control over surgery and can 100% target every area that should be damaged and should not be affected...

Except for Xu Qiu, no one can do this.

Wang Ping was very aware of Xu Qiu's ability. He walked up to Yu Bingqing with his hands behind his back and said, "There will definitely be no problem with the operation. Since the patient hasn't woken up yet, the problem must be with him..."

Yu Bingqing's mind was a little confused.

Zhang San seems to have really suffered a brain injury. How did the doctors tell that he was acting?

Just because the surgery was performed by Xu Qiu, he said the patient was pretending?

After a brief hesitation, Yu Bingqing glanced at Xu Qiu's face.

Well, the patient must have lied.

"Zhang San!"

This time, Yu Bingqing felt more confident, and her words exuded a sassy temperament.

"Are you trying to avoid legal punishment by pretending to be stupid?

I now solemnly inform you:

No matter you are awake or comatose, the sentence you deserve will not be less. Only if you take the initiative to explain, can you be treated leniently! "

Zhang San's body trembled even more.

But, he still didn't say a word.

Xu Qiu glanced at his watch. He had no time to waste time with Zhang San.

"I'll leave it to you. It's time for me to go to the clinic."

Yu Bingqing stopped Xu Qiu: "Doctor Xu, are you sure this person is just pretending?"

"Sure."

"Okay, then I'll ask my superiors for instructions and ask them to send more professional interrogators."

Xu Qiu nodded, handed the doctors to Wang Ping for teaching rounds, and rushed to the outpatient clinic.

…

At noon, while Xu Qiu was eating, good news came.

At around 11 o'clock in the morning, Zhang San finally couldn't withstand the pressure of the interrogation and handed over the contact information of his contact person.

This matter made Linhai First Hospital feel incredible.

It turned out to be really fake!

In the past nine days, Director Shen, who was in the inner world, and Director Lin, who was outside the brain, both came to check and make judgments in person, and they did not find that Zhang San's performance was all fake.

After all, the sequelae of brain surgery are inherently bizarre.

"Dr. Xu is indeed the number one clinical brain surgeon!"

"This patient also acted flawlessly, and he himself has many symptoms of brain injury. It is really difficult to judge the fake and the real when they are mixed together!"

"All evil will be brought to justice in front of Dr. Xu!"

In the large group of doctors, the doctors shed tears silently.

They have obviously been working hard to catch up, but the gap between them and Dr. Xu is still getting wider and wider!

"Fortunately, the only thing I am better than Dr. Xu is probably the number of papers..."

Xu Qiu: "Indeed."

"Damn it, Dr. Xu himself has appeared! I'm sorry, Dr. Xu, I'm just kidding. Your papers are very valuable. The number of citations is almost close to that of some of the founders' papers. I'm far behind you!"

"You're so ridiculous, please show your unruly behavior just now!"

"666..."

Xu Qiu put down the phone.

What this colleague said makes sense, as his papers are really pitiful.

If you have time, just write a dozen papers.

In addition to Chinese journals, you should also consider submitting to SCI or even The Lancet.

It's all about international influence.

The Lancet is a golden journal in surgery.

Named after the scalpel, the Lancet, it is enough to imagine the direction of this journal.

If a doctor in China publishes an article in The Lancet, he or she can basically go around in major tertiary hospitals, and even be worshiped as a god.

Of course, this kind of article refers to professional papers purely in the direction of "surgery".

Rather than studying the distribution of chronic diseases in regions, families, and age groups; or various morbidity rates, mortality rates, etc.

Just do it.

That night, Xu Qiu began mass-producing papers.

There were so many topics for him to choose from.

A few randomly selected from the previous patients are rare cases in the industry that can attract considerable attention. Many of them are typical rare diseases and are rarely recorded in medical papers.

If Xu Qiu can write clearly, it will promote the research, diagnosis and treatment of rare diseases.

For example, Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease was a hot topic some time ago.

He even wrote a popular science topic on Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

However, science popularization is aimed at the general public.

Therefore, it is more explanatory and lacks academic quality.

When writing a paper on Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, the focus and content are naturally very different.

In addition, there was a death sign - hepatic portal vein pneumatosis - which was only discharged from the hospital two days ago.

As well as Zhang San's extremely severe open brain injury, etc.

Can write a high-quality paper.

Of course, the core of the paper is the surgery contained in the case.

For example, how to peel off the tortoise belly, how to save the balloon liver, and how to find the necrotic intestinal tube in the abdominal cavity like the Pansi Cave and remove it, and rebuild a new intestine...

These are the key points!

It is also a valuable asset that can really benefit the medical community.

As for the case, it is just flesh and blood filling the skeleton, making this paper more substantial.

...

Four days later.

Xu Qiu found Wang Ping.

"Director Wang, I wrote some papers these days."

"Papers?"

Wang Ping was a little surprised.

If it were someone else, he might have thought that the other party wanted him to help revise it.

But it was Xu Qiu in front of him...

"Publish it? Okay, I'll help you contact the journal."

Wang Ping took the paper, and his hand sank. He was stunned for a moment, "What kind of paper is this, Linhai small blood vessels, or the surgery you pioneered, why is it so thick."

Xu Qiu: "No, here are seventeen papers."

"Ten... seventeen?!"

Wang Ping almost had a myocardial infarction.

What?

I wrote some papers these days.

A little means seventeen? !

Even a running account doesn't have such an outrageous number!

But after calming down, Wang Ping fell silent again.

Many of Xu Qiu's patients are worth writing papers about.

Moreover, a considerable number of them have extremely difficult surgeries, and the medical community does not have sufficient experience in related surgeries.

So theoretically, Xu Qiu can really write a lot of papers if he wants.

Moreover, the gold content is very high!

"Let me take a look first..." Wang Ping swallowed his saliva.