Chapter 459: Vote with your feet, a noble and upright act

Chapter 459: Vote with your feet, a noble and upright act

Chapter 459: Vote with your feet, high moral character

The most important thing in the world is timing. When the timing is right, everything is right.

From the sixteen-year-old girl in the back seat of the classroom to the pig riding the wind in the media, it's all just these two words.

So what the old man said about the nursing home household registration becoming more and more valuable makes sense:
To be fair, Old Man Bai’s academic ability is not the best in today’s nursing homes, but his status in the nursing home is among the best. This is naturally because he was the first scholar Zheng Fa contacted, and enough trust was established between the two.

The average quality of the foreign scholars to be introduced next is bound to be higher than that of the nursing home:
The threshold is getting higher and higher.

For example, this time, the visa regulations issued by Team Leader Yang only allow those from top foreign research institutions and a few top scholars in various disciplines to meet the requirements.

In the mountainous country, the neurorehabilitation surgery department of the KS Medical Center is one of them.

The moment Song Cheng stepped into the medical center building, he was full of confidence and felt that he was on a smooth road.

As we all know, doctors, especially psychiatric surgeons, are an absolute high-income group in the mountainous country, and the competition is fierce.

For him as a foreigner, the price to pay is even higher.

He graduated from a top medical university in the country.

But coming here, it’s almost like starting over again:

I have to complete many certification courses, do an internship again, and obtain a medical license here.

Now that he is 35 years old, when some of his classmates in China have already become department heads, he has officially started his professional career.

But for Songcheng, everything is worth it!
He joined a world-class research group!
Compared with scientific research, income, and status in the medical community, he is confident that he will catch up, accumulate strength, and have a bright future.

Compared with his classmates who stayed in China, he is the one climbing the peak of medicine!
He entered the building, took the elevator, and walked happily to an office.

Song Cheng took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, looked at the nameplate of Professor Huntington on the door, and knocked on the door carefully.

"Enter."

A cold voice came from inside the door.

Song Cheng became even more nervous. Professor Huntington had a strict personality and was always rude to the assistants in the research group. He was well-known for this in the medical center.

Even in the early years, there were assistants who couldn't stand it and publicly complained about the rumors about him.

It was just that the other party’s skills were so good and his network of contacts was so extensive that he almost had the final say in the medical center, so the complaint was eventually left unresolved.

After that, no one dared to go against Professor Huntington, and he naturally became more and more unscrupulous. There were even people running away from the research group all year round, and there was always a shortage of people.

To be honest, if it weren't for this, it might not have been so easy for him, a foreigner, to come in.

When he applied for this position, he had met the professor twice, and each time he had a feeling that the professor might not even remember his face and only accepted him into the research group to have more tools.

Thinking back to the past ten years of struggle and hard work, Song Cheng gritted his teeth and encouraged himself for three seconds before pushing open the door. He saw Professor Huntington sitting behind his desk, staring at the computer screen in front of him without raising his head. His eye sockets were sunken and his lips were thin. He looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.

As if sensing Song Cheng's uneasiness, Professor Huntington frowned and said, "You are wasting my time..."

"Song?"

Song Cheng felt like he had returned to his hometown and witnessed a national quintessence - face changing.

He watched helplessly as the dissatisfaction on Professor Huntington's face turned into joy within two seconds, and his pursed lips suddenly opened into a big smile.

"sit!"

Professor Huntington jumped up from behind his desk and pointed at the black leather sofa in the office, saying enthusiastically.

"Professor?" Song Cheng was surprised and felt that he didn't recognize Professor Huntington in front of him.

The man in front of him was very different from the professor in the rumors and in his impression.

"Song, is there anything you find difficult to adapt to here?"

Professor Huntington's next question made him freeze on the spot, and he felt like there was something wrong with his ears.

Could this person, who seems to be so concerned about others' well-being, be Professor Huntington?

"I... I'm quite used to it." Song Cheng stuttered. Seeing that Professor Huntington looked anxious and didn't know where to start, he immediately responded, "Professor, is there anything I can do for you?"

Sure enough, as soon as this question was asked, Professor Huntington's eyes were filled with admiration.

"Song? Do you know the Immortal Zheng from your country?"

The three words "Zheng Xianren" were in Chinese, which sounded awkward to Song Cheng, but he still understood them:

"of course I know."

When this matter first spread in the country, he also saw it, but he didn't pay much attention to it and thought it was just a rumor.

Later, the heaven and earth changed drastically, and he also saw the strange phenomenon in the sun, and he believed it to be 60%.

It's just that he has to study and work hard, and this matter is too far away from him. The information he gets is true and false, and there are all kinds of rumors on the Internet. He can't figure it out, and he doesn't know much.

"Song, that Immortal Zheng has a nursing home, did you know that?"

"know."

"That nursing home is hiring now."

"hiring?"

Song Cheng became more and more confused, wondering why Professor Huntington brought up this matter.

"We are recruiting scholars in the fields of medicine, pharmacy and biology." Professor Huntington's pale complexion was tinged with a fanatical red, "Including our neurosurgery department!"

"..."

Song Cheng's mind was in a mess.

Is that Immortal Zheng recruiting people who are engaged in academics?

What kind of scientific research institution is a nursing home?
and also……

"Professor, do you want to..."

“I’ve already applied!”

Professor Huntington pointed to the computer and said quickly, "Luckily, I meet their requirements."

Song Cheng suddenly felt uneasy: "Professor, you are going to a nursing home? Then the research group..."

"I'm sorry, you don't qualify, but it's my freedom to resign, right?"

The sky is falling.

On my first day at work, my boss ran away.

"Professor, then me!"

"Don't get excited." Professor Huntington stretched out his hand, signaling him to be patient. "Song, I can give you a letter of recommendation so that you can study with other professors. Even, no matter which research group, whether it is a professor at the medical center or not, if you are interested, I will try to contact the people I know."

Song Cheng was even more surprised.

This condition was really generous, and he and Professor Huntington did not have such a deep friendship.

Speaking of which, this was the third time the two had met, and they had only spoken ten sentences in total.

As if noticing the puzzled expression on his face, Professor Huntington turned the computer screen towards Song Cheng:

"The competition for nursing home recruitment is very fierce this time. They have limited places, and from what I know, there are many qualified people applying... I am not the most competitive."

Song Cheng still didn't understand what Professor Huntington meant.

"I'll give you a letter of recommendation. Can you also give me one?"

"I?"

Song Cheng was more and more surprised.

Professor Huntington clicked the mouse a few times, and several web pages popped up:

"Do you know these people?"

"……know."

"Rumor has it that they have already entered a nursing home. I hope you can introduce me to them..." Professor Huntington smiled with a cunning look, "So I can ask what the Immortal Zheng likes."

"..."

Looking at the three former classmates and professors on the computer, Song Cheng's expression became increasingly dull.

"Deal?"

Professor Huntington became anxious. He added, "If you have any other requests, just ask."

"No..." Song Cheng sat there blankly, feeling discouraged.

"Song?"

"Professor, I'm fine."

It's really no big deal.

It’s just that when he left his hometown for more than ten years, determined to reach the pinnacle of medicine...the pinnacle of medicine grew legs and ran away, and ran to his hometown.

Out of the way.

……

Zheng Fa saw Huntington holding a report and walking into the nursing home with several other people, and nodded secretly in his heart:
Xiaoheng is still very sensible.

Not to mention he is an expert in neurosurgery.

After entering the nursing home, he was able to socialize and do things well. On the one hand, he worked hard to practice Chinese, smiled often, and made a few good friends in the nursing home. On the other hand, he worked hard on his studies. Unknowingly, he became the backbone of this group of new foreign scholars.

Zheng Fa didn't really care about this man's little thoughts.

He only cares about the progress of the research. "Dean," Huntington said in fluent Chinese, although his tone was a little awkward, "the preliminary treatment plan has been given."

"The biggest problem for this patient is that there is too much scar tissue in the body, which inhibits the growth of synapses."

Giving Gu Chang treatment is actually a kind of re-creation of his spiritual roots.

The two are one and there is no need to separate them.

Therefore, this treatment plan can be regarded as a joint consultation of the world's top experts and is of extremely high standards.

After a long period of experimentation and research, they came up with a feasible plan.

The so-called scar tissue is the excessive proliferation of cells after the human body is injured, which will affect the regrowth of nerves.

This is the case with Gu Chang:
He abused his body for experiments, leaving it full of holes. Although he had magical medicine to treat it, his nervous system could not grow normally, causing him to become a person without spiritual roots.

"Dean, you said that we should mainly use electrical stimulation," Huntington introduced. "We have tried using thunder to stimulate the growth of specific nerves and have achieved good results."

"But the problem still remains... how to maintain the patient's vitality, or in other words, the cell growth ability."

The old man beside him nodded slightly. He said, "Based on the relationship between spiritual roots and nerves, we have redesigned Gu Chang's neural network, but it is a big project to recreate the spiritual roots in his body."

"With current scientific methods, we cannot guarantee the safety of people during treatment."

This project group is divided into two parts.

One part is the research on the theory of spiritual roots, led by Old Man Bai, who brings a group of mathematicians to crack the human nerves and try to figure out the relationship between human nerves and spiritual roots.

Thereby achieving the effect of spiritual root creation.

Speaking of which, this thing is not difficult with Gu Chang's research as a basis.

The other part, people like Huntington who are engaged in medicine and pharmacy, are responsible for the manufacturing of spiritual roots.

This is difficult.

If it was a minor nerve disease, then of course there would not be a big problem, but the nerves related to spiritual roots are too many and too complicated, which is almost the same as creating a new person.

"Or do we have to rely on elixirs?"

"As for elixirs, we have a new idea."

Teacher Tian suddenly said.

"Ok?"

“The successful cultivation of miraculous herbs in nursing homes today is all by chance, and the success rate is too low… We suspect that it’s the wrong species.”

"Variety?"

"According to what you said, if there is no spiritual energy, the spiritual material particles will degenerate... then the vegetation here is probably no longer adapted to an environment with spiritual energy."

Zheng Fa was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

No matter what the relationship is between the modern world and the mysterious world, there has been no spiritual energy in the modern world for many years.

Therefore, most of the plants that are suitable for growing in spiritual energy have probably become extinct long ago.

"Teacher Tian, ​​what you mean is..."

"On the one hand, I'm afraid we need to try to find some seeds of ancient plants to cultivate. On the other hand, I was thinking...would you like to study the genomes of various spiritual plants?"

Because Huntington and others were present, Teacher Tian was vague in his explanation, but Zheng Fa understood it immediately.

Teacher Tian’s idea is - I don’t know what can be cultivated into a spiritual plant, so why not let Zheng Fa look for it in the Nine Mountains Realm?

Zheng Fa had not thought of this before.

Because the plants in the mysterious world are actually very different from those in modern times. Compared with the structure of the human body, the difference is much greater.

It is really difficult and unrealistic to find corresponding plants in modern times.

Therefore, what Zheng Fa usually does is to move modern technology to Jiushanjie.

But what Mr. Tian meant was very simple——

There may not be a corresponding plant in modern times, but can’t we just create one using gene editing?
If the underlying rules are exactly the same, this idea... is not impossible!
Even if everything goes well, if the Xuanwei World and the modern world really have the same origin, the genomes of those spiritual plants must have existed in the modern world.

Looking at Teacher Tian's expectant expression, Zheng Fa nodded slightly.

The modern world is related to Zheng Fa's Taoist ancestor and Taoist fruit, and the importance of spiritual medicine is becoming increasingly high. What's more, the Nine Mountains Realm does have these technical accumulations - agronomy is a field in which the Nine Mountains Realm is unique.

Even more optimistically, with spiritual plants similar to those in the Nine Mountains Realm, then based on modern pharmaceutical research experience, the benefits that would be brought to the Nine Mountains Realm's alchemy would be simply immeasurable.

As for finding suitable medicines for reshaping spiritual roots, it is nothing in comparison.

……

"You're here?" Seeing Gu Chang and Mu Qingyan walking into the yard, Zheng Fa waved to them and said with a smile, "Come over here."

The two men walked quickly to Zheng Fa, their bodies straight.

There was still a little bit of depression on Mu Qingyan's face.

Zheng Fa looked into his eyes and said with a smile, "Qingyan, how is your senior brother's training going?"

Mu Qingyan looked at Gu Chang, with a look of helplessness in her eyes: "Senior Brother has worked very hard, but his ability to absorb spiritual energy is too poor..."

Having said this, she couldn't go on.

Gu Chang spoke frankly: "Master, with my current cultivation speed, it is a luxury to even reach the Great Perfection of Qi Training, let alone the Foundation Establishment."

Mu Qingyan sighed inwardly.

To be honest, she couldn't help feeling a little unfair that her master asked her to teach the eldest senior brother.

In terms of strength, qualifications, and relationship with the master, Gu Chang should not be as good as himself.

However, Master obviously cares more about this eldest disciple.

What's more, she has the memory of her Nascent Soul, and she thinks she is hardworking and talented. How can she not be proud?
She certainly felt bad that her master was so partial to her. She even felt a little depressed.

But after learning about what Gu Chang had done, she had to admit that this senior brother... was worthy of admiration.

Regarding the research on spiritual roots, how important it is? With her knowledge, she naturally knows it.

Not to mention the price Gu Chang paid for the research.

Now, Mu Qingyan was willing to call him senior brother.

Although he still felt a little depressed, thinking that his master accepted him only because of his senior brother, which hurt his self-esteem.

But she also felt very sorry for Gu Chang.

"Gu Chang, come here."

She heard the master talking to her senior brother, and then saw the master handing a book to her senior brother.

She was curious but didn't look up. She only saw her senior brother first lower his head and flip through the book, then exclaimed, "Have you finished writing "A Study on the Relationship between Spiritual Roots and Nerves"?

Mu Qingyan was shocked.

She had heard her senior mention the flaws in this thesis. According to her senior, it was a blessing from heaven that he could see the thesis completed in his lifetime.

But how long has it been now?

"Once you're done writing, if you're willing to publish it, you'll be the first author, and I'll publish a special issue for you in Xiandao."

This kind of research is certainly worthy of a special issue.

But Gu Chang just looked at the paper for a long time before he said, "I am ashamed. This paper is almost completely different from the half of my original paper. The difference is immeasurable. How can I steal the title of the first author?"

Mu Qingyan was more and more surprised.

Then I heard my senior brother say, "Just by looking at this paper, I know that compared to Master, I am like a firefly compared to the bright moon. If it is to be published, Master's name should be before mine."

To be honest, Gu Chang is not being self-deprecating.

This paper was revised extensively by Old Man Bai and his team. Although the core argument remained unchanged, the content was no longer on the same level.

Not to mention that it also adds the idea of ​​spiritual root design, which goes a step further than Gu Chang's original paper.

Mu Qingyan listened to this, opened her mouth blankly, and looked at her master:

Senior brother spent several years studying for this thesis, but Master made a drastic change to it within just a short time after receiving it.

In these days of getting along with Gu Chang, she understood too well the talent of her senior brother in the art of talismans, and she also admitted in her heart that she was far inferior to him...

Now it seems that the master is even better than me?

Although the names of Old Man Bai and others had long appeared in the Hall of Sages, they could not sign their names on this paper:

The talisman books in the Temple of the Sages can still be said to have been written by our predecessors.

But the spiritual root thesis can only appear now... Once the names of Old Man Bai and others are added, people will immediately know that they exist, which is too dangerous for the modern times.

It was hard to explain, so Zheng Fa simply said, "The main idea of ​​this paper originally came from you, so there is no need to discuss it further."

Upon hearing this, Gu Chang lowered his head, seeming a little moved.

Even Mu Qingyan's heart was excited - if the problem of spiritual roots could be solved and spread out in the future, it would be enough to leave a name in the history of Xuanwei Realm.

This kind of achievement is even more important than any other skill, and the person whose name is signed on the paper will definitely be remembered forever.

But Master said to give it to Senior Brother, so he gave it to Senior Brother. This kind of mind...

Damn it, I blamed my master before!

(End of this chapter)