In the office, a large number of people looked at each other, and some people were confused, while others guessed something.

Lu Jiande glanced at everyone. Although he was not young, his eyes were still sharp.

Those who can be the director of the department, especially the director of the department of the municipal tertiary hospital, in addition to the necessary strong technical background, will definitely understand some human nature. He snorted coldly and said, "What do you think? If you want to participate in their discussion, let me practice the technology first."

"yes."

Everyone bowed their heads, and some thoughts that had just emerged in their hearts were immediately beaten by the old director.

Fang Jian took Dr. He'an away, so he must have discussed the matter.

Although He'an expressed his attitude and did not need to sign it on this paper. However, as long as he is not an idiot, he knows that the reason he did this must have a purpose.

He spent a lot of energy and helped others selflessly for no reason... There must be such people, but they are definitely not normal people. Dr. Hean looks like a technical maniac, but he is definitely not the kind of good-looking person.

So, what are the benefits of helping Fang Jian translate the paper?

When I think of the honors Fang Jian has won, I can't help but feel a little moved.

Since He'an can help, they can do it too. Isn't it just to spend a little more time? As long as we can get the paper signatures of top journals in the future, we don't care about this help.

However, Director Lu Jiande's words were like a basin of cold water poured on his head, causing them to extinguish all the thoughts that had just emerged.

There are not many people in this world who can publish papers in top journals. However, it is quite rare to place it all over the world with pepper sprinkled noodles.

It’s fine to have big cities like Magic City and Kyoto, but the siphon effect there is too strong. As long as truly outstanding talents are possible, they are willing to fight there. However, even if they fall into a municipal local city, even if this city is considered the best among many coastal cities, there are very few such great people.

A blacksmith must be strong himself.

Those who can cooperate with such great people also need to be one of the great people.

Looking at the dim gaze in everyone's eyes, Lu Jiande turned around, carried his hands on his back, and left slowly as usual.

However, no one knew that there was a trace of resentment in his heart at this time.

Alas, I want to win this place too!

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In the corner of the cafeteria, Fang Jian made two casual dishes.

He'an looked at the sweet and sour pork ribs, fried hairtail and vinegar-smoked cabbage, and his face was quite strange.

He is an introductory disciple of Academician Wang Liang. In recent years, because Academician Wang is older, he has come out less and less. Basically, he represents Academician Wang to tour the top domestic academic conferences in various places.

To a certain extent, he can already represent the face of Academician Wang.

Although he has achieved his achievements today, he has suffered from hardships. However, in recent years, whether it is a private treat or attending meetings, the other party is full of enthusiasm and praises him highly.

He hasn't eaten the food in the cafeteria.

But except in the academician's research institute, he rarely encounters such hospitality again.

Fang Jian pulled him and wanted to invite him to dinner, but it turned out to be a canteen.

Gently pushing the plate open, He'an said slowly: "Doctor Fang, I'm not hungry."

"Oh, you said you were hungry just now." Fang Jian seemed to have not heard him and started eating.

The little things he ate in the morning had been digested by him, and now is a good time to replenish energy.

He'an looked at his wolfish look, for some reason, his throat squirmed, as if he felt a little hungry.

He shook his head and smiled, "Dr. Fang, you take it slowly, no one will rob you." He paused and said, "Dr. Fang, have you been in surgery or in an emergency?"

Fang Jian's eating movements were not slow at all. He chewed the rice in his mouth and said in a daze: "What's wrong?"

He'an smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, but seeing you eat reminds me of my colleagues in surgery, especially those in the emergency department, who often encounter rescue situations, so they will be very fast when they eat, because no one knows when their next meal will be."

"Oh." Fang Jian swept away the food on the table and said with a smile: "I have been in the emergency room for a while and I have good eyesight for the doctor."

He'an smiled and said nothing, but he didn't know that Fang Jian's so-called help was really just a little help, not a rotation department in the emergency room.

After sorting it out, Fang Jian looked at the cafeteria. It was not yet the peak of the meal time, so there were not many people inside, so it was a place to talk.

"Doctor He, why do you want to help me?"

He'an's face suddenly became solemn, and he said, "Doctor Fang, do you know what I'm going to do today?"

Fang Jian thought for a while and said, "Is it related to Academician Wang?"

"Yes." He'an said without hesitation: "The teacher saw your paper in Nature and was very curious about your novel ideas." He originally wanted to say admiration, but when he thought of Fang Jian's identity at this moment, he immediately changed his words.

Fang Jian smiled and said, "It's too much."

He cried out in his heart ashamed.

What novel ideas are all the answers he copied. Perhaps the first person to find the compound is indeed a pride of heaven with a weird idea, but it is definitely not him.

He'an continued: "My teacher is good at discovering talents and cultivating talents. He wanted to see you at first, but in fact he wanted to refer you to a professor in neurology." He paused and said: "The teacher said that if you have talent in this area, if you are always buried in a local school, it would be a waste of talent."

Fang Jian twitched slightly, and from He'an's tone, he could hear a strong smell of pride.

However, this is not because He'an underestimates local colleges, but that's the reality.

In the scientific community, there is actually a chain of contempt.

It is not news that top colleges despise local colleges. Although everyone will not admit it verbally, what about it?

A professor at Shuimu Capital University and a professor at a high school in a prefecture-level city are both professors. But can the treatment they can enjoy the same?
Chapter completed!