Chapter 60

Old Qin and Qin Chuan's mother had already grown accustomed to the tranquil life after retirement. Neither of them suffered from the common post-retirement malaise. Instead, they each found their own sources of joy.

Qin Chuan was happy to see them living this way. Money was not a necessary condition for happiness. There were ways to live without much money. Although the family's income was not high, by saving and economizing, they could still live comfortably.

Qin Chuan's mother bought some seasonal vegetables at a reasonable price from local farmers at the market, preparing to make them into pickled vegetables. This method could transform cheap vegetables into a unique flavor. With a bit of skill and wisdom, a meager income could become a source of happiness.

Qin Chuan had always enjoyed eating the pickled vegetables his mother made. He also liked watching her skillfully prepare the vegetables and put them into the jars. After a few days, when the lid was opened, a unique and rich aroma of fermentation could be smelled.

Old Qin also had his hobbies. He enjoyed listening to Peking Opera, watching TV, and even learned to carve. Although he could only carve the simplest seals, he took it very seriously.

Seeing them enjoying their lives, Qin Chuan did not interfere. After eating, he helped clear the table and then went into his room. He turned on his computer and copied everything from the USB drive to the computer. It took him a while to perfect the article, preparing to show it to Cheng Guanhua the next day at work.

He stretched his body and then entered the virtual space, completing the first movement. After the first movement, Qin Chuan began the second. This time, although he did not dislocate any joints as he did the first time, the pain he felt was several times more intense. These ten basic movements were designed very strangely, as if each movement pushed the human body to its limits. The ten basic movements were also progressive. Without reaching a certain level in the first movement, one could not practice the second. The body simply could not bear it. However, after completing the first movement, Qin Chuan already felt changes in his body, with increased flexibility, strength, and even reaction speed. If not for these changes, he would have had a lot of trouble that night when he encountered the motorcycle gang.

The first time he did the second movement, and in this virtual space, Qin Chuan found it extremely difficult. The intense pain made him want to give up immediately. But thinking about the improvements in his body after completing the training, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

By the time he barely finished the second movement, Qin Chuan was almost at the point of collapse. After completing the second movement, he immediately slumped in the virtual space. In reality, his body was drenched in sweat, as if he had been soaked in water.

Qin Chuan lay in the virtual space for a long time before he felt a bit of strength return to his body. This space seemed to help with recovery. When he exited the space, the pain in his body had not diminished at all. The signals from the virtual space directly caused Qin Chuan's nervous system and body tissues to produce a real stress response, stimulating his body to adapt to the second movement.

Qin Chuan found a set of dry clothes in the wardrobe and walked out of the room.

Qin Chuan's mother looked up and said, "What were you doing in your room? Why are you sweating so much? You really know how to make a fuss."

"Practicing qigong," Qin Chuan casually made up a reason.

"Take a shower and go to bed early. I asked around, and the emergency doctors in your hospital are the most tired. You need to rest more. Don't exhaust yourself," Qin Chuan's mother said with concern.

"It's fine, don't worry. Mom, I exercise every day, and I'm as strong as a little bull," Qin Chuan showed his biceps.

"You? You're as thin as a bean sprout. How can you be as strong as a bull? No bull is as thin as you. Go take a shower quickly. Don't catch a cold," Qin Chuan's mother smiled and urged him.

Qin Chuan went to the bathroom, took off all his clothes, and looked in the mirror, surprised to see that he already had very attractive abs.

"Hey, this fitness routine is much better than going to the gym," Qin Chuan was even more excited about the ten basic movements. After all, this was the effect after completing just the first movement. What would happen if he completed all ten movements? And what would come after the ten movements?

"Eat one bite at a time, don't think too far ahead," Qin Chuan shook off his thoughts. It took so long to complete the first movement, and it would probably take more than a year to complete all ten. From the current situation, each subsequent basic movement was more difficult than the last. So, there was no point in thinking about what would come after the ten movements in the short term.

Back in his room, Qin Chuan entered the system to continue his basic theory studies. After such a long time of studying basic theory in the system's virtual classroom, the content he had learned far exceeded what he had learned in university. However, the system, which condensed knowledge from several hundred years in the future, was vast. Despite studying for so long, the content he had learned was still just the tip of the iceberg in the system's basic theory.

In some specialized fields, Qin Chuan had already surpassed anyone in the world, but this theoretical knowledge was not as obvious as applied knowledge. Qin Chuan had not even realized that he was gradually approaching the pinnacle of medicine.

After completing the theoretical study plan, Qin Chuan would enter the "Medical Operating System," either to "Observe" or to "Practice Simulated Operations." His hands-on skills were getting stronger. The content system in the "Comprehensive Emergency Operation Techniques" was also very extensive, including various emergency surgical procedures, which were much richer than what he had learned in school.

Qin Chuan did not know when he fell asleep. Each time, he would study until his eyes could barely stay open, and then fall asleep directly in the system. When he woke up, he felt completely refreshed.

The next day, after the routine ward rounds, Qin Chuan went to Cheng Guanhua's office.

"Director Cheng, I sorted out a paper from my materials yesterday. Could you help me revise it?" Qin Chuan said.

Cheng Guanhua was clearly surprised, "So fast? You young people, if you're not pushed, you don't know to hurry."

After carefully reading Qin Chuan's paper, Cheng Guanhua was also quite impressed, "Some of the emergency methods in here I've never heard of, but they make a lot of sense. Have you used them in practice?"

Qin Chuan nodded, "Yes, I have. Since these are small techniques and do not violate any rules, I used them during patient resuscitation. For example, during the resuscitation of a student at City No. 1 High School, I used this special technique, and the effect was very good. At first, the school doctor's CPR was ineffective, but after I used this technique, the patient quickly regained spontaneous heartbeat and breathing."

"The value of this paper is extraordinary. It can't be buried in an ordinary journal. In my opinion, you should write it in English and submit it directly to an SCI-indexed journal. You might as well submit it to the 'Journal of Preventive Medicine.' These new emergency methods, although not highly technical, are very clever and have extremely high application value. For critically ill patients, they are literally life-saving. How is your English?" Cheng Guanhua said.

"It's average. I passed the CET-6 in college, but it's not very useful. Writing a paper is still a problem," Qin Chuan said.

"Actually, writing a paper isn't as difficult as you think. Try it yourself first. If it doesn't work out, I'll find someone to help you translate," Cheng Guanhua said.

"Alright, I'll give it a try." Qin Chuan planned to look for language learning materials in the system to see if he could improve his English.

In the emergency department, Wu Xiaoming was typing furiously, the keyboard making a rhythmic sound. Wu Xiaoming was a determined person with great ambition. A thousand yuan for a paper in an ordinary journal was not enough for him. He planned to write more papers and submit them to multiple journals, ensuring that at least a few would be accepted. The acceptance rate for ordinary journals was relatively high, but they required a certain page fee, which was an industry norm. However, the hospital could reimburse the page fee, so Wu Xiaoming was not worried.

Seeing Wu Xiaoming's diligence, everyone knew he was determined to publish more papers.

"Qin Chuan, look at him. With his drive, he won't stop until he has published at least seventeen or eighteen papers by the end of the year. Don't keep your materials to yourself. Organize them and publish them quickly, or someone might take an interest. It's not the thief you should worry about, but the one who keeps thinking about your materials. Some people have been eyeing your materials for a long time," Gao Zhanting did not give Wu Xiaoming any face.

Wu Xiaoming knew he couldn't argue with Gao Zhanting, so he pretended not to hear, focusing on writing his papers. Although he had not done much work in the emergency department, he had collected a lot of patient data. He would gather several dozen similar cases and start summarizing and generalizing. Then he would write a paper with slightly altered data.

Of course, Wu Xiaoming was not the only one who published papers this way. To earn research rewards, this was a common practice in China.

On Guiyuan Road in Tanshan City, a high truck had pulled down the power lines across the road, causing a complete power outage in the Guiyuan neighborhood. The power repair personnel from the Tanshan City Power Bureau's Guiyuan Power Station immediately rushed to the scene to repair the damage.

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