When the Doctor Uses A Hack
Chapter 1254 - 1257: Goddesses Never Fart

Upon hearing Xiao Zhehai's words, Chen Cang finally understood.

Tan Zhengyang seems to treat this group of professors as paper-producing machines.

But...

This guy must have some serious skills, right?

Even Xiao Zhehai got conned into writing a paper?

"Director Xiao, does this guy have such a strong background?" Chen Cang asked curiously.

Xiao Zhehai chuckled and shook his head, "Big? Not really. Small? But tricky, that's for sure. Most people aren't afraid of him; they just respect his old man. They show some courtesy because of him."

"After all, writing one paper isn't too much trouble. As long as it doesn't make anyone lose face, it's fine."

"Just write something, anything, to get it over with."

After hearing Xiao Zhehai's explanation, Chen Cang suddenly got it. Tan Zhengyang knows how to pick his targets.

Does he think I'm easy to bully?

"Director Xiao, I can't just wing it. Tan, the chief editor, specifically asked me to write about my newly developed elephant trunk stent technology."

As soon as Chen Cang said this, even Xiao Zhehai froze in surprise.

Sitting in the office and holding his phone, Xiao Zhehai went silent for a moment.

It seems Tan Zhengyang knows Chen Cang's background and is trying to use both pressure and persuasion—classic Tan Zhengyang style.

Although Tan Zhengyang can be troublesome, he rarely antagonizes department heads. Mostly, it's just transactional relationships.

That said, the domestic selection for academicians is a critical juncture for any scholar.

Academicians enjoy titles like "highest academic recognition" and "lifetime honor," which makes many yearn for the role—it's the ultimate dream for any academic professional.

But!

The selection process for academicians has always been highly complex.

The story of Tu Youyou is surely familiar to everyone, and even Shi Yigong missed out once, later becoming a foreign member of the U.S. National Academy of Sciences and the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.

And it just so happens that Tan Zhengyang's father is one of the country's top-ranking review academicians.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Tan Sr. is a bad guy.

However, in this society of connections and favors, "reciprocity" has become the modus operandi across various circles.

Xiao Zhehai quickly shook his head—it's better not to overthink it. Thinking too much... this chapter might just get censored.

Listening to the silence on the other side, Chen Cang grew curious.

"Director Xiao, is Tan Zhengyang really such a big deal?"

Xiao Zhehai chuckled: "You should've heard of Academician Tan Jishan, right?"

Chen Cang paused, stunned: "He's Tan Sr.'s son?"

Xiao Zhehai nodded: "But Tan Sr. is Tan Sr., and Tan Zhengyang is Tan Zhengyang—two totally separate matters. Still, Tan Zhengyang likes dropping his father's name all the time."

"Honestly… I doubt he has anything to hold over you, but you don't need to make an enemy out of him either."

"Since he's leaving you alone for now, you might as well let this go."

"Tan Zhengyang knows your credentials; he won't foolishly mess with you."

Chen Cang nodded after hearing Xiao Zhehai's advice and replied, "Alright, thanks for the reminder, Director Xiao."

Xiao Zhehai laughed: "No problem. I'm actually more excited about the results of your clinical trial."

After a bit of casual chit-chat, Chen Cang hung up the phone.

Just as Xiao Zhehai said, Chen Cang stopped worrying about Tan Zhengyang.

Compared to Tan, Chen Cang was now more focused on perfecting the elephant trunk stent technology.

Chen Cang pulled out the model and instruction manual for his "Chen Elephant Trunk Stent."

He took out paper and pencil and began transferring everything onto blueprints.

Surgical progress surely can't happen without advancements in hardware.

To make ascending aortic dissection surgery effective, this elephant trunk stent technology is absolutely essential.

With this device, surgeries wouldn't require spending extra time building temporary stents with tubing—it could save at least half an hour to an hour of surgery time.

Moreover, a perfected elephant trunk stent would undoubtedly bring significant benefits.

Lately, everyone noticed that during surgeries, Chen Cang often stood aside holding paper and pen, sketching something.

This naturally piqued everyone's curiosity.

Privately, people began speculating about it.

Xu Ziming said with a serious face: "I think Professor Chen must be drafting surgical flowcharts!"

He Zhiqian nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm, could be. Or maybe he's refining surgical procedures, identifying our shortcomings!"

Meng Xi, however, never thought of Chen Cang as the overly serious, academic type.

Unable to resist, she joked: "What if he's just doing some sketching?"

This left everyone bewildered.

"Are you serious, Director Meng?" Liu Quan asked curiously.

The group turned to look at Meng Xi—after all, she was Chen Cang's direct mentor.

…

During the next surgery.

Without compromising surgical effectiveness, the team started positioning themselves to "strike a pose," hoping to show up in Professor Chen's sketches.

"Director Meng, could you move aside? You're blocking me!"

Chen Cang stared speechlessly at Meng Xi's dramatic posing, rolling his eyes.

This is an operating room. Is this appropriate?

"And you, Liu Quan—what's wrong with you? Why are you waving your scalpel around while striking poses?"

Liu Quan froze, glancing at Meng Xi in confusion.

Wait, isn't that what we were supposed to do?

"Director Xu, you're blocking my view!"

Finally, everyone looked over, discovering Chen Cang's actual focus...

It was the simple outline of the elephant trunk stent technology.

Wait…

Was Professor Chen sketching that all along?

After the surgery, it was already lunchtime, and the meal trays were delivered.

This was the most delightful part of the day.

The surgery meals were specially ordered for the team.

"Hmm? Why are there only eleven trays?" Xu Aiqing asked while helping distribute the meals, puzzled by the count.

Chen Cang smiled: "It's fine. Mine hasn't arrived yet."

The group burst out laughing.

With an air of triumph, Meng Xi teased: "Serves you right for being mean to us all morning! Look at you—watch us eat!"

Liu Quan rubbed his hands together: "Oh wow, this chicken cutlet rice is amazing."

Chen Cang remained indifferent.

Meng Xi exaggeratedly wafted her hot-and-sour noodles toward Chen Cang, leaving him utterly speechless.

"Director Meng, your foot odor is leaking!" Chen Cang remarked, stunned.

Meng Xi, furious, almost smashed her noodles directly on Chen Cang's head!

The group burst into laughter at Chen Cang's words, unable to hold back.

Gritting her teeth, Meng Xi retorted: "Don't you know? Goddesses don't have foot odor!"

Chen Cang grinned and nodded: "Right, right. Goddesses don't even pass gas, surely… correct?"

Meng Xi gritted her teeth harder, fuming.

Curious, Chen Cang asked: "Do you like durian?"

Meng Xi nodded: "Yes!"

Chen Cang asked again, "What about stinky tofu?"

Meng Xi nodded again: "Love it!"

After pondering briefly…

Chen Cang turned to He Zhiqian and said: "Director He, here's a research topic for you: The theoretical basis for women liking smelly men, as studied through olfactory senses!"