Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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On the first day of the "International Genetics Congress", colorful flags were flying, and the sky was clear. The organizers received many praises from the participating experts.

However, Yang Rui is not happy at all.

There was only one Yi sent in his hand, but he didn't receive any useful reply.

Of course, one day is too tense, and it is normal not to receive a definite reply, but as a party involved, how can Yang Rui be reconciled.

The "International Genetics Conference" lasts a total of three days. There is no news on the first day. The recommendation is also idle.

Yang Rui hopes to explain his work in front of public scientists, not to protect his achievements with the support of a big boss.

His thesis is full of content and has a bright future. He doesn't need the protection of the bosses of the science department. As long as it is disclosed, it will be the greatest protection for him.

But who would have thought that publishing a paper is also a difficult process.

There is no news about the paper sent to "Nature" so far. Yang Rui can neither submit multiple articles, nor can he disseminate it through ordinary media—he wants to disseminate it through ordinary media. Many scientists are star scientists, and the author of the original version, Moores, is like this , This gentleman loves surfing, and he has always appeared in front of the public as an alternative scientist.

But in the environment of the United States in the 1980s, alternative scientists could only be white, not even black, let alone yellow.

The public in the Great America doesn’t care what happened to the earth outside the United States at all. For them, the center of the earth is either Manhattan or Hollywood, and the Far East is too far away, so there is no need to understand it at all.

The American media has a much longer-term perspective. They can usually see Europe and pay as much attention to the Atlantic Ocean as they do to Africa. As for what happens in Asia and Oceania, it is none of their business!

If the academic circles can judge heroes by their achievements, the value orientation of American public media is purely biased. Naturally, it is not as biased as the Soviet Union, but it is biased enough.

There may be some way in the world to let Yang Rui spread his name through ordinary media, but Yang Rui can't think of those methods at all.

Moreover, he does not know whether the spread of ordinary media is useful.

Watching the staff begin to clean up the trash in the hall, Yang Rui stood in the middle, helpless.

Professor Zhang Dayong watched Yang Rui come and go recommending himself all day long. Thinking about it made him feel sad for Yang Rui. At this time, he took the initiative to come over and jokingly said: "I don't want to leave. If I don't leave, I won't be able to catch up with dinner. American food is precious." , a hamburger, which is similar to our Roujiamo, dare to ask for several dollars, and you can’t get enough if you eat one.”

Yang Rui was not in the mood to joke,

He just said, "You have a really good appetite."

"When we came here, who can have a bad appetite? I can't be in the front row after eating a bowl of noodles." Zhang Dayong said, pulling Yang Rui's arm, and said, "Let's go, let's go to eat first." , You will have strength when you are full."

"Don't comfort me, you go and eat."

"And you?"

"I..." Yang Rui said after a while, "I want to go to the surrounding restaurants to see if I can find any more opportunities."

Zhang Dayong looked at Yang Rui, who was younger than his son, and suddenly his heartache turned into distress. He pulled Yang Rui forcefully and said, "Don't go, go to dinner with us, and I will help you find a relationship tonight. I know a few old friends Now in the United States, asking them to introduce you is much better than trying your luck in a restaurant."

Stopping a scholar in a restaurant and recommending himself is indeed equivalent to a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. It is okay to meet a good-tempered one, but it is okay to meet a bad-tempered one. Scholars don’t need to use dirty words to hurt others.

Yang Rui hesitated and said, "No need, I just want to try again."

"What else to try, we have tried enough in the laboratory, do we still have to try to make a report?" Zhang Dayong paused, and then said: "I don't know what you think, if I , I will not seek to make a report, but you are still young. If you want to make a report and say something you want to say, I am willing to support it. Let's have dinner first, and I will call after the meal, okay? it is good?"

"Professor Zhang, it doesn't have to be like this."

"Don't be polite to me. I am willing to do this. I want to help. Don't stop me." Zhang Dayong expressed his intention to help in the style of the 1960s and 1970s.

There is a warm current gurgling in Yang Rui's heart.

Yang Rui didn't know what kind of favors he needed to call someone for help, but he knew that, as far as his relationship with Zhang Dayong was concerned, it was a great effort for someone to ask someone to introduce him to meet each other by chance.

However, what Yang Rui wants is not a recommendation in a few months. By then, the results of whether Nature will be published will be out, and time will be wasted. It will be difficult to go abroad again...

However, this is indeed an opportunity.

No one can tell what will happen in a few months. "Nature" rejected the manuscript, so it doesn't mean that "Nature" will not reject his manuscript.

The more revolutionary the paper, the more careful it is, because the reviewer is likely to be a dead-headed one.

To think that scholars are open-minded people because they are knowledgeable people is as ridiculous as believing that high-ranking officials are more moral.

Semmelweis in history is a very good example. This Hungarian discovered the relationship between puerperal fever and "toxin" in Vienna - there was no concept of bacteria in that era, and the puerperal disease that caused maternal death Fever was considered by Semmelweis to be the toxin brought by the doctor who delivered the baby during the autopsy. Although there was a bias in his understanding, Semmelweis' decision was correct. He ordered all the doctors who delivered the mother to wash their hands.

It sounds ridiculous, but in Europe in the 19th century, in the era equivalent to the Daoguang period in China, doctors not only didn't wash their hands, they didn't even wash their clothes, so that the aprons of their white coats were covered with blood and pieces of meat.

There are many sources of blood, and the source of the broken meat is often the corpse. The interns who study medicine dissect the corpse every morning and go to get out of class. After class, they go to the obstetrics department to help deliver babies. They do not wash their hands during the period, resulting in a 16% mortality rate. ...

After Semmelweis' handwashing order was issued, the death rate of puerperal fever in his obstetrics department dropped from 16% to 3%.

Such a wonderful result was not recognized by colleagues after Semmelweis published the paper.

On the contrary, what Semmelweis got was a bombardment, and the doctors who pretended to be holy could not accept the reason that death was brought by themselves, and his explanation method was also inconsistent with the consistent medical theory in Europe. Neo-Confucianism is a theory of traditional Chinese medicine. They believe that each person's disease is related to each person's unique constitution, so diagnosis should be made according to each person's specific constitution, and a complex disease is interpreted as a toxin. European physicians seemed reckless and rebellious.

What's more, it was not an Austrian who made this point.

In the end, Semmelweis, a Hungarian who published a revolutionary paper, could not find a job in Vienna, so he could only return to his hometown. After a theoretical battle, he was sent to a mental hospital by his wife, where he died tragically as a guard in the mental hospital. under the stick.

Yang Rui is not worried about being beaten to death with a stick, but who can guarantee that the editors and reviewers of the next journal are open-minded and clear-sighted people?

"Thank you, Professor Zhang." Yang Rui decided to accept Professor Zhang's kindness.

Although not an immediate measure, it is at least an insurance policy.

Professor Zhang was in a happy mood, and said with a smile: "Can we eat now?"

"Eat." Yang Rui nodded with a smile, and gave up going to the restaurant to try his luck, or in other words, humiliate himself.

The two talked and got on the bus.

Two buses pulled all the scholars and management personnel to a remote Chinese restaurant to sit down, and saw Sichuan dishes and various wines being served on the table.

"Moutai, vodka and whiskey, whoever wants to drink can choose whichever one they want. Let me tell you first, whiskey and vodka are not as expensive as Moutai." The staff in charge of the reception were two very proud men from the local consulate. The spirits were filled in foot glasses and distributed to everyone.

Yang Rui chose Moutai, and before he had time to taste it, he was clinked twice, and he continued to work.

Despite regular exercise, a strong body, and four taels of white wine in his stomach, Yang Rui still felt that his stomach was overwhelmed, so he quickly ate two mouthfuls of rice.

As the four taels of spirits entered the belly, the atmosphere on the wine table gradually became harmonious.

Many scholars ask for funds and projects, and they all drink with officials. In an era when a director of a science and technology department could strangle a professor's neck, low-level and middle-level scholars inevitably invited guests to drink.

It was the era when Yang Rui was studying in graduate school, and the professors in the school took this as the foundation of their lives, let alone the 1980s, when the wine was full of wine and meat.

Yang Rui himself was not in a good mood, he drank two glasses of wine without refusing to come, and gradually couldn't stand it anymore.

At this time, scholars also began to brag.

This one talks about how important my achievements are, that one talks about how I can eat locally, and the other talks about how I gave up opportunities when I was young...

While talking, someone took Yang Rui's skills to taste.

Yang Rui distributes and introduces his research frantically in the conference hall all day long. Of course, there are always a few people who do this every year, but young Chinese researchers like Yang Rui are very eye-catching in the Chinese team.

Because of Yang Rui's young age, everyone didn't need to care whether Yang Rui agreed or not. A few drunken scholars found out the materials Yang Rui had distributed on the spot, and commented on them while reading them.

"Too simple!" said the man on the left.

"Opportunism." The man second from the left saw the particularity of Yes.

"It's interesting." The man on the third from the left saw the conclusion, turned his head and said in a mainstream voice: "That's all."

Yang Rui listened intently to the evaluations of the people at the next table, and didn't bother to argue, so he simply fed himself two goblets of wine and fell asleep.

Other people's discussions became more and more cheerful.

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