Chapter 227 - 153: Dr. Jiang
The SAP early prediction model was, in essence, a statistical study.
The reason he could produce results so quickly was because he had the mature logic of a method already validated in his past life.
When you already have the answer and just need to work backward to find the process, of course it's going to be fast.
He took on this project, on one hand, to establish the emergency department's warning system as soon as possible.
On the other hand, it was also to give his newly formed team a shot in the arm and build their confidence.
But the road ahead wouldn't be so easy.
The real challenge was the early screening for pancreatic cancer—the miRNA project.
This thing wasn't something you could accomplish just by sitting in front of a computer, tapping on a keyboard, and summarizing data.
Even if he provided the perfect experimental direction.
They would still have to go through a long process of basic experiments.
Purification, amplification, animal model construction, gene sequencing...
Every step would consume a massive amount of time and energy, and the slightest misstep would mean starting all over again.
This was the real uphill battle.
"Alright, the project's just finished. Don't stay so wound up. For the next two days, the lab is closed. Everyone go home and get some proper rest."
Tang Pei asked, "Boss, what about you?"
Jiang He glanced at the time. "This morning is my early graduation defense."
Only then did everyone suddenly remember.
'That's right, today's the day the boss is graduating early by special exception!'
...
An hour later, in a hallway of the administration building at the Medical University Clinical Medical College.
Jiang He stood outside the conference room.
A circle of people had gathered around him.
Chen Hao, Cheng Xiyao, and Tang Pei hadn't left; they had all come along.
Lu Xiaolin, being his senior in the graduate program, was seriously adjusting Jiang He's shirt collar, instructing him:
"Junior, once you go in, no matter what the professors ask, make sure your attitude is proper. You're very capable, I know, but it's still necessary to leave a good impression on the judges."
Jiang He nodded. "Thanks, senior."
Chen Hao, standing to the side, seemed even more nervous than Jiang He. "Old Jiang, I heard the difficulty of this early graduation defense is Hell-level. You should be... fine, right?"
Cheng Xiyao pulled Chen Hao back. "What are you worrying for? You know the boss's skills. Boss, just go in and do your thing. We'll be waiting for you out here."
"Right," Tang Pei nodded. "When you come out, we'll all go to the celebration dinner."
Jiang He nodded, pushed open the door, and walked into the conference room.
The conference room was spacious.
Jiang He had expected some kind of intimidating lineup, but when he looked up, he saw that the five people sitting across from him were all familiar faces.
Yang Xu, Sun Changming, Wang Xiaoqing.
And also the Director of Student Affairs Zhang Zhiyuan, and Southern Medical University's President Qian Suzhi.
The atmosphere was nowhere near as solemn as Chen Hao and the others outside had imagined. It felt more like... a tea party?
Jiang He hadn't really prepared. He walked to the front, gave a slight nod, and said, "Hello, professors."
The words had barely left his mouth when Yang Xu said, "My student is here."
He deliberately emphasized the two words "my student," as if afraid someone wouldn't know.
Graduation defenses have a rule requiring advisors to recuse themselves.
At most, an advisor could be present to introduce the student, so Yang Xu could be there, but he couldn't participate in the questioning or voting.
Sitting beside him, Sun Changming looked at Jiang He and said with a smile, "Jiang He, no need to thank me."
Jiang He paused. "Uh... thank you for what?"
Sun Changming said unhurriedly, "The lab the university recently approved for you... much of the core equipment and instruments were transferred from my tumor research institute. When it comes to scientific research, if there's a promising talent, I'm personally very willing to share these resources with you."
Realization dawned on Jiang He.
'No wonder it was so fast. So it was Sun Changming who gave it a push from behind the scenes.'
He decided to play along, "Thank you, Professor Sun."
Yang Xu, listening from the side, couldn't stand it anymore and decided to expose him. "Old Sun, that's enough out of you. You really think no one here can see what's going on? You're just eagerly waiting for the university's newly purchased equipment from Germany to arrive so you can give your institute a major upgrade. Then you package up the old, nearly obsolete machines and toss them to my student to use. What's with this selfless act you're putting on?"
Sun Changming gently retorted, "Is old equipment not equipment? Old Yang, look at you, still so impatient. You're almost fifty years old, can't you be a little calmer when things happen? You should have the composure of an academic."
Yang Xu was caught off guard and started to get agitated, about to argue back...
But then, the SAP paper Jiang He had shown him this morning flashed through his mind.
'A ticket to one of the top four journals...'
'Corresponding author...'
'National Science and Technology Progress Award...'
'Academician selection...'
Yang Xu's anger instantly vanished into thin air.
An image had already formed in his mind: a few years from now, Sun Changming, his face full of resentment and left with no other choice, would have to bow his head to him and utter the words "Academician Yang."
Hahahaha.
'This feels amazing.'
The corners of Yang Xu's mouth curled up uncontrollably, and he finally couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Sun Changming was just about to continue his preachy lecture when he caught sight of Yang Xu's inexplicably bizarre smile out of the corner of his eye. His heart skipped a beat.
'Something's not right.'
'Old Yang's smile is way too creepy.'
'Normally, Yang Xu would have definitely argued with me. Why is he smiling today?'
Sun Changming's gaze quickly darted back and forth between Yang Xu and Jiang He.
Suddenly, alarm bells went off in his head.
'That kid Jiang He... he couldn't have pulled off some other incredible achievement, could he?'
The moment he recalled the scene from the last LNR preliminary review meeting, where Jiang He had wiped the floor with him using a top-tier paper, Sun Changming's PTSD flared up.
He decisively shut his mouth, picked up his teacup, and took a tactical sip of water.
'Forget it. Better to keep a low profile.'
Seeing that they had reached a ceasefire, Professor Wang Xiaoqing, who was sitting on the other side, turned to Jiang He and got down to business:
"Jiang He, I've pretty much finished organizing the paper on step-up therapy. I'll bring you the final version to look over tomorrow. If it's convenient, have Elder Zhi take a look at it too. If neither of you has any objections, I'm planning to submit it for publication."