Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1114 - 897: Damn, so familiar_2

Chapter 1114: Chapter 897: Damn, so familiar_2

"So after the publication of the paper, there is no concept of issues, only the timing of publication, which means many papers might be published at the same time,"

August added.

Chinese doctors, especially the slightly younger ones, how come they are so familiar with this, isn’t this similar to that something or other? What is it, why can’t I remember it all of a sudden?

"The limited print edition is just supplementary, meant only to preserve our papers in another medium, so the print edition is merely a giveaway, a memento, or a record."

This novel journal is strictly speaking not a journal but a platform for publishing papers; it really is mind-opening how papers can be published in this way.

The doctors who had already logged in realized this in just a short moment.

English, German, French, Spanish, Arabic, and other translations of articles began arriving one after another, all translated by volunteers for free.

Any individual or team could translate any paper or even just a section or few sentences of an article.

The doctors could nearly see the translators discussing some controversial phrases.

This open form of translation made every sentence and every word of the papers exceedingly precise.

Without a laptop right now, anxiety is mounting, everyone is squeezing next to doctors who have laptops.

"Not having a laptop is no issue, as long as you have a mobile phone you can also browse through the papers. Just download our app, and you can read papers on your phone," August was an excellent explainer.

Then, a huge QR code appeared on the screen, scanning which one could download the App.

If you had mentioned that earlier! Doctors without laptops immediately took out their phones, started scanning the QR code to download, and then registered following the prompts on the screen.

Everyone has a mobile phone, but is there such a journal in the world? This truly completely shatters the traditional thinking about journals.

After logging in, they started subscribing to read papers; the interface was extremely user-friendly, providing a very comfortable browsing experience, unlike anything Western doctors had ever seen in online reading before.

"Everyone, pay attention! Our journal, no, to be precise, our paper platform, is different from traditional journals. Publishing papers here is completely free of charge, unlike traditional journals that require a fee for publication. We don’t need that, you just have to use real-name registration to publish papers,"

"However, subscriptions do cost a fee, which is not high because we are not profit-oriented. The fees we collect are only to maintain the platform, and we also accept donations through a specific channel,"

"But to celebrate the launch of our journal, we will offer a free subscription for a period."

August continued with increasing excitement, as he was unaware of what the journal would look like before it debuted.

Tang Shun was excellent at keeping secrets; he didn’t reveal a word until the journal debuted a few days ago, which was when August found out how bizarre the journal managed by Tang Shun was.

A Chinese doctor finally remembered, damn, isn’t this similar to Chinese online literature?

Taking the approach of online literature to manage such a serious journal is indeed quite extraordinary.

Then several more Chinese doctors recalled, this is just like the approach of online literature.

Xu Zhiliang looked around at the excited foreigners and couldn’t help but find it amusing—they looked as if they had never seen anything like this before.

Professor Yang had allocated so much funding to the Medical Journal, and that guy Tang Shun had actually turned it into an online literature platform.

Moreover, this website and App were designed and built by an expensive technical team from a well-known online literature platform.

So when Chinese doctors looked at it, how could they not find it familiar? Now, it seemed obvious.

The doctors at the venue gradually downloaded the APP and registered accounts—very straightforward, and they could use either their phones or their own emails. If they preferred not to use either, that was okay too; they could merely register an username and then set a password. Logging in with the username and password was also possible.

This novel approach made everyone find it very interesting; most of the papers they had seen before were on print journals. Even though some used electronic journals on the internet, the user experience was extremely bad, nowhere near what the Medical is offering now.

When some doctors had already finished reading the papers inside, it was their turn to be surprised again.

Professor Mainshtan had also published an article in it, along with many top figures they were familiar with.

Professor Mainshtan obviously seemed confused; he wasn’t like August who had already known about such a bizarre journal.

The journal he had in hand was merely a freebie, a souvenir, the real journal was like this.

Even the brains behind the Nobel thought it wasn’t enough, yet papers could still be done like this.

The long-anticipated journal turned out to be like this, completely different in concept from ordinary journals, utterly subverting the traditional mode of journal operation.

The doctors continued reading, delving deeper into the papers, and when they came upon Yang Ping’s paper, they were once again stunned.

Spatial Orientation Gene?

Such a sci-fi term, Spatial Orientation Gene, appearing in a serious academic journal – is this journal reliable? It’s not a sci-fi book, is it?

But as they read further, it wasn’t sci-fi at all because it had already been realized.

The author of the paper had already successfully discovered the world’s first Spatial Orientation Gene, and that was far from the end.

The author had successfully used this gene to cultivate a complete muscle, which not only had the same muscle fiber structure as normal muscles, but also included interwoven blood vessels and nerves.

This meant that humans could clone organs externally, a new technique that didn’t rely on embryo culture, undoubtedly epoch-making.

"Did everyone see the Spatial Orientation Gene in the paper? Are you shocked? I’m asking if you are shocked?" August asked all the doctors present.

How could such a thing not be shocking? Who in the medical community wouldn’t feel a surge of emotions over such a major event?

The names of the paper’s authors—Yang Ping, Tang Shun, Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, and others. Isn’t Song Zimo that Chinese doctor who was speaking on stage?

When Sasaki and Mitsui saw the Japanese version of the paper, their minds completely short-circuited, feeling like a boulder was pressing on their chests, overwhelmed by a strong sense of suffocation.

External organ cloning, he had actually achieved success?

How did he, a surgeon, possess such strong research capabilities, capable even of innovating from fundamental theories?

At that moment, Sasaki and Mitsui understood; what Takahashi had said was not wrong. Yang Ping was an insurmountable peak, an existence even more formidable than Great Saint, yet they might not be able to ascend to immortality to join the ranks of the great multitude of heavenly soldiers.

Professor Su and Professor Liang were at a loss for words. The younger generation really was different—wasn’t it just about running a journal? How could it be done like this?

Moreover, they had previously had no knowledge of Yang Ping’s research progress. Now suddenly announcing such significant achievements in this manner was hard to accept. Why hadn’t this young man mentioned it earlier?

Why didn’t he say it earlier, this young man, so confident about the old man’s heart condition?

This was solidly Nobel Prize-level achievement; who else in the field of biological medicine had such results today?

Professor Mainshtan stood on the podium, already planning in his mind; he would recommend this achievement for the Nobel Prize as quickly as possible. He had to act fast, or else he might be beaten to it by someone else.

Based on his interactions with Professor Yang during this period, Professor Yang should agree to let him be the nominator for his scientific achievements.

The only worry for Mainshtan was this point; he wasn’t worried in the least, he wasn’t at all concerned about whether the achievement could win the prize. If such an achievement couldn’t win, then other achievements should be shy to receive it.

The entire venue went wild again. Xu Zhiliang found it amusing; it was just reading a web article, no need to get so excited, right? Don’t foreigners read web articles?

However, the exciting points of this web article really were somewhat high. It was normal for everyone to get a bit excited.

"This is real, right? It isn’t some trick played by the youth?" asked Professor Liang.

Professor Su, wiping sweat from his forehead: "It should be real. You can’t pull a trick this big. I’ll verify it when I go back."

Sneaky kid, not giving a heads up, it’s easy to scare people like this.

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