Song Qingyun went home almost non-stop, packed his things and prepared some materials.

The time was tight. From the time he came back from Haishi to when he was dispatched abroad, there was only ten days at most.

Song Qingyun also has to coordinate all aspects among the students.

I didn't even have time to see the old man and the old lady. I only called the old man and the old lady and reported my situation.

The old lady told him for a long time that he must study hard after going out and work hard to bring back that knowledge.

This is what the old lady has never told him since he became an adult.

Song Qingyun packed everything and was about to get on the plane tomorrow. Today he sorted out the materials from the office and prepared to take them home to this office, which he would not need for the time being.

When I opened the drawer, I suddenly saw the magazine "The Lancet" and then I remembered this.

Song Qingyun slapped his head hard to see what was going on.

I completely forgot about this matter. This is also a big deal. Their school has produced such a young talent.

How old is Jiang Xiaoxiao?

You can write such insightful papers at such a young age, and they are so professional.

Given time, there will definitely be much more room for improvement than myself as a professor.

Thinking about it now, he was still a little surprised. Song Moting was the only one on the list of students who went out for exchange this time, but Jiang Xiaoxiao was not included. This was a bit strange.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's academic performance is absolutely outstanding in the school, and he is the top student in the eyes of all the professors.

Of course, the same is true for Song Moting, but when Song Moting went, why didn't Jiang Xiaoxiao have the chance to go?

But after thinking about it, I realized that Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao were a couple. They couldn't give all the excellent resources to their family members.

Dean Zhang and the others must have considered this fact, so they chose Song Moting from the two of them.

Sometimes this background is indeed very uncomfortable.

I had better tell the child the good news earlier to save her from feeling uncomfortable. After all, it was because of the Song family that the child was delayed. Otherwise, how could Dean Zhang give up such an opportunity for such a talented child?

Where is Jiang Xiaoxiao?

Song Qingyun took the journal and was about to go out, but met Jia Zuo head-on.

The moment Jia Zuo's eyes met the journal "The Lancet" in Song Qingyun's hand, his pupils couldn't help but darken.

My breathing became a little short.

"Director Song, I have a few questions to ask you. Is it convenient for you?"

Jia Zuo blocked the door of Song Qingyun's office.

Song Qingyun smiled, this Jia Zuo is really interesting, why does this posture sound like a bully coming to your door?

"It's really inconvenient for me right now. You also know that I have to get on the plane tomorrow. I have something to do today. Have you seen this "Lancet" magazine? There is a paper in this journal but it was written by a student there.

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He is only 21 years old, and he has published a paper in The Lancet at such an age. I went to inform the child and also the dean."

Song Qingyun was very happy.

I should have informed the dean of such a big happy event a long time ago.

Because I delayed it for so long and didn't handle this matter quickly, I felt a little sorry for Jiang Xiaoxiao.

This kind of honor cannot be obtained by others.

Jia Zuo was in a hurry and grabbed Song Qingyun, his arm was very strong.

Jia Zuo was in his forties, and Song Qingyun was fifty years old. There was a ten-year age difference, so naturally there was still a big difference in physical strength.

Song Qingyun paused and felt a little disgusted.

"Director Song, really, I have something to discuss with you. Can you finish talking to me first and then go and do this?"

Jia Zuo pushed Song Qingyun into the office almost forcefully.

Then he himself walked in and closed the door.

"Xiao Jia, what's going on with you? You can't be so forceful when you have something to say. I've told you. I'm pressed for time now. If you have any questions, you can wait until I get back to talk to you!"

Song Qingyun was taught that he resented others treating him with such a rough attitude.

No matter what, he is also a first-level professor now, but he is different from Jia Zuo. Jia Zuo's first-level professor is definitely qualified, and he is a serious first-level professor.

Can this be the same?

Looking at the posture, if I didn't explain this matter clearly to him today, this person would dare to force myself.

We are all decent people, how can a polite intellectual do something like this?

"Director Song, you are going abroad tomorrow. Leave it to me to deliver this magazine. I will help you go and save you the trip."

Jia Zuo also knew that he had made a mistake in his anxiety just now, and his attitude was too negligent.

The Song Qingyun in front of me was different from myself.

He was born into the Song family, and coupled with his profound knowledge, he was definitely a decent person who was admired by others in the medical school.

Unlike me, I am considered a fake. Even after I came up, people looked respectful on face, but in reality they were full of contempt for me in private.

The people below were all talking about themselves. There was definitely something wrong with the paper that they came up with this time, but no one could deny it.

The most authoritative and impartial review produced by The Lancet.

The most important thing is that no one has found the real author of this paper so far. Unless he can stand up, no one else can deny that he is the blade.

If Song Qingyun really goes to find the dean, his whole matter will be exposed.

It was all his uncle's fault, so he asked his uncle to use favors to break up the matter with Song Qingyun.

But my uncle refused to do so, and as a result he ended up in this embarrassing situation, pretending to acknowledge all these honors and achievements. The problem was that he still had to worry about being exposed.

I originally thought that after asking my uncle to send Song Qingyun abroad for at least a few years, the matter would have been settled long ago. No one could come up with strong evidence, so this matter became a certainty.

At that time, he had already matured, and even if he defeated Song Qingyun, he could not shake his position.

But who would have thought that Song Qingyun, a stumbling block, would come out and ruin his own good deeds.

You said you were going abroad tomorrow, why did you insist on going to the dean today to bring up these things?

Once the dean knew that this paper was actually written by Jiang Xiaoxiao, what would he have to do with himself?

Not only did he face the problem of losing face, he was also afraid that he would be fired immediately.

Academic research is very rigorous.

No one wants to see a person who plagiarizes other people's works still stand in the position of a teacher.

How will colleagues, students, and everyone else view themselves at that time?

The business he had worked so hard to run fell apart, and of course he would not let Song Qingyun expose this matter.

Not even death.

Song Qingyun disagreed, "Xiao Jia, just leave this matter alone. You don't know what I want to say to the dean. You can't handle this matter."

The blade is Jiang Xiaoxiao's matter, and only he knows about it, because he submitted the manuscript, and even Jiang Xiaoxiao himself probably doesn't know about it.

The paper she gave herself has now been published in The Lancet.

Jia Zuo gritted his teeth, wondering why this old man was so stubborn.
Chapter completed!