Han Chen obediently carried two plates of food out.
There were three dishes prepared for dinner: stir-fried celery, blanched Chinese cabbage and steamed snapper.
Zhou Mo helped Han Chen to serve the rice, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and said, "Eat."
Han Chen looked at the empty bowl in front of her and asked, "You don't want to eat?"
Zhou Mo: "Lose weight."
"As for that?" Han Chen looked at Zhou Mo with doubt. "Your BMI is a bit low, right?"
Zhou Mo glanced at him and said, "Why not? As you get older, your basal metabolic rate decreases, and fat will accumulate if you don't pay attention. I haven't found a partner yet, so I have to pay attention."
Zhou Mo gave Han Chen a sullen look as he said this, "Do you think everyone is like you, with good conditions in all aspects and easy to find a partner?"
Han Chen smiled faintly.
"Who said that? It's not easy to find."
"Why is it so hard to find one? I think your doctor, Dr. Kosh, is quite good."
A smile suddenly appeared in the corners of Han Chen's eyes.
"I have very high expectations for my partner and won't settle for less."
"Do you feel guilty when you say this?" Zhou Mo asked
"What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Mo snorted sarcastically, "You said you weren't casual about finding a partner, so why did you get married to me so easily?"
Han Chen's brows suddenly darkened, and he suddenly said seriously: "I'm not being casual."
Zhou Mo was occasionally startled.
Han Chen added: "Besides, how do you know that you don't meet my conditions?"
Zhou Mo's heart was suddenly hit, his thoughts became a little distracted, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
She pretended to be calm and asked, "Tell me, what are your conditions?"
"Two requirements: one, a doctorate, and two, a harmonious relationship between the parents."
Zhou Mo was puzzled. "That's not a very high requirement. PhDs are everywhere these days. Those with...unharmonious parents are rare, right? Then why did you exclude Doctor Xu?"
"She's not a doctor."
"...Are the restrictions really that strict? Are the standards not going to be lowered at all?
"No."
"No matter how good the other conditions are, you won't lower them? For example, if she's a rich woman or the daughter of a wealthy family, you won't lower them?"
"No."
"What's the reason?" Zhou Mo suddenly became curious.
“It’s easy to communicate.”
Zhou Mo still looked confused.
Han Chen gave an example: "The simplest example is, for example, just now, when I mentioned BMI, you understood what I meant directly. And you just mentioned the relationship between basal metabolic rate and age."
Zhou Mo suddenly understood.
What Han Chen meant was that the communication between them could only be smooth because there were almost no professional barriers.
If there is a big gap between their professions and knowledge, then the conversation will be like playing the lute to a cow, which will be a waste of time, effort and emotion.
However, Zhou Mo still felt that the logic did not make sense. "What you said are just some basic knowledge. BMI is mentioned in high school textbooks. It is body mass index, which is weight divided by height squared."
"Then did you know that the reference ranges for BMI are different for men and women?"
"I know. Gender is the most important grouping variable when calculating reference intervals for medical indicators. They're definitely different," Zhou Mo answered instinctively. Then, remembering something, he added, "I've also read a few papers that say if a wife's BMI is lower than her husband's, both partners in the marriage will feel happier, especially in the short and medium term. However, some studies also say that women with body image anxiety..."
Han Chen looked at Zhou Mo quietly with a comfortable smile on his face.
Zhou Mo was talking non-stop when she noticed that Han Chen was looking at her with extremely gentle eyes. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
At the same time, she understood more deeply the meaning of Han Chen's previous words.
Not only do they have low barriers to professional communication, but their professional divergent thinking also allows them to always have something to talk about.
Even this kind of topic can be used as a good topic for conversation after dinner.
Just imagine, if Yu Yizhou was sitting opposite you now, he would probably have become impatient listening to this.
"I think what you said makes sense." Zhou Mo agreed deeply.
But she had another question. "Although we both studied medicine, we have different majors after all. There must be barriers. I don't understand your professional knowledge, and similarly, you don't understand mine either."
"Different fields have different worlds, but we don't have different fields," Han Chen said. "Besides, if I explain professional things, you may not understand them."
"How could I possibly understand? If I did, I'd become a doctor."
"Did you understand what I said during the last meeting at the First Hospital of Dongda University?"
"Probably, something like micro-connection, imitating improved intramedullary nailing technology for micro-connections."
"Don't you understand now?" Han Chen asked back.
“I don’t fully understand.”
Han Chen was helpless. "Think about it, if it was a complete layman, do you think he could understand all this in just ten minutes?"
Zhou Mo was shocked.
She has been immersed in her professional field for a long time. Even for unfamiliar medical knowledge, she can quickly understand it based on the inertial thinking of the subject. This quick understanding makes her forget how high the threshold of understanding is for someone with no medical background knowledge.
"Doctor Xu is also an orthopedic surgeon, wouldn't he have more to talk to you about?" Zhou Mo frowned.
Han Chen said, "She is a colleague, but also a competitor."
"It seems that you value your career very much. I thought you studied medicine just on a whim." Zhou Mo always felt that Han Chen's decision to study medicine had something to do with him.
What she didn't expect was that Han Chen didn't choose to change his major in his freshman year, but insisted on studying until now, and has become a real doctor.
"What about me? My advantages are that I have a doctorate, my parents get along well with me, and I have something to talk about with you?" Zhou Mo asked.
"You can handle data and have a solid foundation in statistics," Han Chen paused. "I've read your papers. Their impact factors aren't high, but you've already published two, both on tumors. One was published during your graduate studies, and the other was just published online."
“…” This was completely beyond Zhou Mo’s expectations.
Han Chen actually read her paper?
"Our department also has some osteosarcoma data. If you want to do that, we can collaborate."
Zhou Mo suddenly became interested, his eyes sparkled, and he was even more excited than seeing the braised spareribs.
"What data? Clinical characteristics? Is there any follow-up? Are all the biological specimens available?"
"Basically, we have them all, but the data is huge and complex, making it difficult to process..."
"What about the sample size?" Zhou Mo asked.
"The number of hospitalized patients in the past five years... I haven't counted the exact number."
Five years?! Zhou Mo became more and more excited the more she thought about it. This data would be enough for her to graduate with a doctorate.
Ever since Zhang Lanlan took away the liver cancer surgery she wanted, Zhou Mo felt that the world had become much darker.
It’s not that other cancers can’t be treated, it’s just that the data on liver cancer is relatively complete.
After all, there is no research without data.
Zhou Mo originally wanted to ask Shen Qingyi for a solution, but then he thought that Shen Qingyi couldn't even handle his own project, and the lack of data was a fatal flaw. Even Shen Qingyi couldn't produce the data.
Unexpectedly, when the car reached the front of the mountain, the road appeared in front of Han Chen.
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