The reasons given by Ji Xiang were not particularly sufficient. The side effects instructions for Famotidine were clearly written. Meng Qingfei hesitated for a long time and said nothing.

Because the evidence is vague, Ji Xiang did not insist, and the two tacitly regarded this as air.

By 10 o'clock in the evening, Ji Xiang said goodbye.

When Meng Qingfei saw the emergency department quiet, he walked over and said, "Old He, stop Famotedin and try liver protection medicine."

"I used liver protection medicine, and the effect is average. Do you have side effects in famotidine? Why don't I know?" The emergency physician looked at Meng Qingfei in confusion.

"The instructions say that there will be mild liver function changes occasionally. Let's try it. There is no better way now. Besides, the use of motidine for abdominal pain is the right symptom. It has been used for a few days, and it is normal to stop it. No one can say anything."

The emergency physician did not think that Meng Qingfei's view of Famotedin was correct, but he had no good idea, so he gave a doctor's advice to stop Famotedin.

There was nothing to say all night. The next morning, Meng Qingfei made several calls in high spirits to urge his liver function.

"Menger, I think you're thinking too much." said the emergency physician.

"I think I can try the advice Xiaoji gave. I thought I could do it all night yesterday, and I dreamed that the patient's liver function had recovered."

After only one night, the patient's liver function had recovered a lot after using liver protection drugs. Although it was not normal, compared with the last examination, the recovery trend could be seen.

"Meng'er, Xiao Ji's paper is really published on the Lancet?"

“!!!”

Meng Qingfei just smiled and didn't say anything.

Meng Qingfei refreshed the web page, but there was no return.

"The influence factor of the latter is slightly lower and has little significance, but it is a specialist journal. It has a very large influence in the field of orthopedics." Meng Qingfei said.

The emergency physician's eyes were red, as if he had been infected with red eye.

As long as you have no problem with your brain, you will do things that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy a paper.

"You can really write it out, that's not much money." said the emergency physician.

"!!!" Countless exclamation marks appeared on the head of the emergency physician, his eyes changed a little, releasing a scorching flame.

"He will tie a knot."

"I've read novels these days, and I've been reading a top student, and I'm so happy to write papers! People can publish the top paper journals when they want to publish, and I just want to write them. I just think, how great it would be if I could do this."

“The Lancet and European Sports Medicine.”

No wonder, I guess Dr. He doesn't like to read news from the emergency department, otherwise he should have known such a big deal about Ji Xiang's surgery on Neymar.

Meng Qingfei refreshed again, and the liver function resulted in return.

A paper from a world's top journal can take at least ten years, enough for a doctor to go from a resident to a chief physician.

"Xiao Ji won't care about me, and he doesn't lack papers."

"Track the patient's data, and a paper can be written soon. Lao He, let's agree, I won't ask you how much you want." Meng Qingfei smiled.

Since Ji Xiang appeared on the show, many young nurses in the emergency department said that he had the words "star" in his mouth, so the emergency physician emphasized that Ji Xiang was a "little star".

"Okay!" Meng Qingfei slapped the table, "I have work today."

"The impact factor is not big, how big is it? Is there 1?"

"I glanced at it yesterday, and it seemed to be around 3 o'clock."

Although the diagnosis logic given by Ji Xiang is not complete, if an old doctor with white hair and beards said that Motedin had many problems in a vicissitudes of life, everyone might believe it.

"Of course it's true, that thing can be understood at a glance." Meng Qingfei said.

"Me? I don't have great skills." Meng Qingfei smiled, "If you want to say that you have the skills, I think Xiaoji is still the same."

In clinical practice, many of them need to be seen with your own eyes to know some rare complications.

"You, you have great skills but don't know how to use them. You are sent to the emergency department for a lifetime. That's not the case."

"I never watch variety shows. Those celebrities are boring to be good at playing tricks. It's great for me to go home and fish."

"Menger, can you really publish papers with impact factor 3 or above? If others say I don't believe this, I will take what you said seriously! 100,000 is too expensive. You say that you have the ability to make a lot of money."

"Menger, did you tell me about scientific research yesterday? Is it true or false?"

The emergency physician was stunned for a moment. When he saw that Meng Qingfei didn't seem to be lying, he suddenly became entangled.

But Ji Xiang is young and will never give people this sense of conviction. In addition, he has been on variety shows, which is difficult for some doctors to accept, so he is biased.

"Old He, look." Meng Qingfei breathed a sigh of relief, "I just said Xiao Ji was right."

"It's a pity that I'm not Xiao Ji, otherwise I would have used a Lancet to find the hospitalization officers in various departments, and they would be willing to lose everything."

He said lightly, "Xiao Ji performed surgery on Neymar in Lin'an. Now he has observed Neymar's recovery and has published two top SCI papers."

He looked at it intently.

"What are you going to do?"

"What journal?" he asked with great since he had just forgotten that he had just said that Ji Xiang was a "little star".

"Stop talking nonsense, Famotidine will not cause liver function damage at all." The emergency physician said contemptuously, "The manual is here, Meng Er, are you doing all night shifts and being confused?"

"If Famotedin is the culprit, the article will be settled." Meng Qingfei smiled.

In other words, a paper is equal to a smooth journey for a lifetime.

This is a bit exaggerated, but it sounds normal in the circle.

"Xiao Ji? Is that little star?"

Just this is already an unattainable top journal. Why is it in Meng Qingfei's mouth... no, it is a weak journal in Ji Xiang's face?

Indeed, compared with the Lancet, journals with an impact factor of 3 points are a little weaker, but if you want to publish articles in such journals, at least 100,000 depends on luck, and you can’t publish them just by wanting to.

Meng Qingfei was a little unhappy when he heard his words, and replied, "Xiao Ji is very accurate in looking at problems in many cases."

The emergency physician wanted to refute it, but because Meng Qing insisted on helping him write a paper, some words were difficult to say.

The emergency physician burst into tears.

"Didn't you watch the show?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"What? Want to find Xiao Ji?" Meng Qingfei mocked.

"No, no, no, I'm old, and there is an article about the Lancet that doesn't work much for me, and it's still more necessary for those hospitalized people. What I mean is..."

The emergency physician swallowed.

"My son graduated from college a few years, and if he could name the Lancet's literature..."
Chapter completed!