I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: The Top-Tier Paper Is Out

It was past midnight by the time he got back to the dorm after the barbecue.

Jiang He’s phone vibrated.

Shen Yu: [Dr. Jiang! I won the prize! I thought it was something small, but it’s a piece of clothing, and it’s so pretty. My luck is off the charts!]

Shen Yu: [Toss toss toss! Sending some of my good luck your way! Did you catch it?]

Jiang He replied: [Good luck, good luck, caught it! Teacher Shen, you’re amazing as expected.]

After sending the message, Jiang He logged into his alternate account and created a new journal entry.

Title:

Body:

”Thank you all for your continued attention and support! To give back to my fans, this blogger is paying out of his own pocket to prepare an ultimate grand prize—one brand-new, pink Sony VAIO slim laptop! Just leave a comment below this post saying ’I want good luck’ and share it to enter the drawing!”

”Let me tell you a secret: after consulting the astrological charts, Cancers, Pisces, and Scorpios have extremely good fortune this month, with a win rate as high as 99%! So get those fingers moving! [Gift][Gift][Gift]”

After posting it, Jiang He switched back to his main account.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Shen had already forwarded the post to him.

Shen Yu: [Dr. Jiang, look! This blogger is holding a prize drawing! The prize is a laptop!]

Shen Yu: [You should enter! Just share it and leave a comment! This account doesn’t have many followers, so it should be super easy to win!]

Jiang He chuckled and replied: [Okay, I’ll enter too. But I have a feeling Teacher Shen’s luck is better. You’ll definitely be the one who wins.]

Shen Yu: [Hehe, I’ll take that good omen! If I really win, I’ll let you borrow it for a couple of days when I go to Southern China for my exchange program! Okay, I have to go. I’m going to sleep. You should get some rest too!]

Jiang He: [Okay, good night.]

Shen Yu: [Good night~]

He put away his phone and took out his computer.

Chen Hao happened to see the computer.

Chen Hao paused. ”What’s this? ...A T61?”

Jiang He: ”Yeah.”

Chen Hao was a little confused. ”The money I gave you... wasn’t enough, was it?”

Jiang He explained calmly, ”It’s secondhand. It was very cheap.”

”How can a secondhand one look this new?”

Chen Hao leaned in for a closer, skeptical look. But seeing that Jiang He was starting to get busy, he didn’t press the matter and could only reluctantly accept the explanation.

”You’ve worked hard, man. It’s all on you now.”

”Yeah, you should go to sleep.”

Chen Hao yawned and climbed into his bed.

Jiang He, on the other hand, put on his headphones and got to work.

Analysis function, Cox regression.

He dragged the patients’ age, tumor size, degree of differentiation, TNM stage, and most importantly, the lymph node ratio (LNR), into the covariate box.

After clicking ’Run’.

Jiang He scrolled to the final parameter estimates table.

At the end of the LNR row, a set of values was clearly displayed: P

Jiang He nodded slightly.

’It worked.’

The multivariate Cox regression analysis confirmed that the lymph node ratio was an independent risk factor affecting patient prognosis.

The current TNM staging system only calculates the absolute number of positive lymph nodes, ignoring the denominator effect of the total number of dissected lymph nodes. This represented a huge flaw, both statistically and in terms of clinical prognosis.

The data doesn’t lie.

These two sets of top-tier medical case samples, spanning the north and south, proved the medical knowledge in his mind—which was more than a decade ahead of its time—with the most direct numbers.

Jiang He opened a document and began to type.

”In pancreaticoduodenectomy (Whipple procedure), the traditional pN staging system has limitations in evaluating patient prognosis. This study introduces the lymph node ratio (LNR) to conduct a retrospective analysis of a large, multi-center cohort...”

The sound of keyboard tapping echoed through the quiet dorm room all night.

The next day, Jiang He continued to work.

Breakfast was steamed buns brought back by Chen Hao, lunch was a cafeteria boxed meal packed by Li Zijian, and dinner was fried noodles that Wang Bo helped buy.

Outside the window, the sky darkened from light to dark, and it was late night once again.

Jiang He finally pressed the Enter key.

’Done.’

The entire framework and body of the paper were complete, totaling eight thousand words. It included an abstract, background, methods, results (with accompanying Kaplan-Meier survival curve charts), discussion, and references.

Next up was polishing the details and fact-checking, but that wouldn’t take too much time.

Jiang He picked up the cup on his desk and took a sip, his mind already calculating the next steps.

In 2008, submitting to a core journal of the Chinese Medical Association series wasn’t as simple as clicking a mouse and sending an email.

First, he had to take the eight-thousand-word document, along with its charts, to a print shop and get a neatly formatted, hard-copy manuscript printed in duplicate.

Second, if the name of a third-year undergraduate student appeared alone in the first author and corresponding author positions, the paper would be sent to the editorial department only to be thrown into the shredder as a student’s class assignment without even passing the initial review.

He needed an endorsement.

This was also why he absolutely had to collaborate with Yang Xu.

Once Yang Xu read the paper and confirmed the authenticity of the data and the rigor of its logic, he would definitely agree to be listed as the corresponding author.

With Yang Xu’s endorsement, the manuscript could be officially sent via registered mail to the editorial department of the *Chinese Journal of Surgery* to enter the long and rigorous peer-review, blind-review stage.

*COUGH COUGH—*

In the bottom right corner of the computer screen, the Penguin icon was flashing frantically. Jiang He moved the mouse and clicked it.

It was the class QQ group for ”Clinical Medicine, Class of ’06, Section 2.”

The group chat was currently being flooded with messages.

[Have you guys heard? Li Wei is acting all arrogant again.]

[Yeah, I heard he didn’t go home for the National Day holiday. He stayed at school to grind his studies. He’s really confident now, saying he’s going to win back some face for Class 1 in the rematch.]

That was just how Li Wei was.

His personality was a bit like the future Brother Bin—the type of person who forgets all about yesterday as soon as the sun rises...

Soon, the topic of conversation shifted to Jiang He.

After all, Jiang He had achieved an unprecedented perfect score in the preliminary round.

[Old Jiang, no pressure for the rematch.]

[Yeah, yeah, you already earned our class more than enough face by getting a perfect score and first place in the prelims!]

[Exactly, it’s the taking part that counts.]

Just then, the class president, Zhou Yang, chimed in: [That’s not it. Jiang He is clearly at a first-place level. Saying things like that now is just boosting the other side’s morale.]

Lin Yue: [Agreed.]

Seeing his classmates chatting enthusiastically, Chen Hao shook his head and said, ”Old Jiang, I suddenly have this indescribable feeling...”

Jiang He turned to look at him. ”What kind of feeling?”

”I don’t know, is it a sense of superiority? It just feels like we’re not on the same level as them anymore...”

Chen Hao said, ”Old Jiang, why don’t we just tell them about the paper in the group chat?”

Jiang He: ”Please learn to get rich quietly.”

Chen Hao sighed. ”I knew you’d say that. But it’s so hard to keep it in...”

”So are you still going to the competition?” Chen Hao asked again.

”I’m going. Why wouldn’t I?”

Jiang He unplugged the USB drive and closed his laptop.

The competition wouldn’t take much of his time. Winning the championship would be as easy as flipping his hand, and he would also get to represent the school in the South China Region medical competition and gain access to more resources.

It was a situation with a hundred benefits and no drawbacks. Of course he was going.

Chen Hao scratched his head and reminded him, ”But Old Jiang, I heard the rematch is different from the prelims. It doesn’t just test pathological thinking; they’ve also temporarily added an assessment of clinical skills. It seems to be because the big competition in the South China Region is putting special emphasis on hands-on ability this year, so we’re basically aligning with them in advance. You’ve been buried in data and your paper this whole time... Are you going to be okay with the clinical skills part?”

After hearing this, Jiang He felt a little like laughing.

’Compete with me on clinical skills?’

’Aren’t they just gluttons for punishment?’