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Chapter 322 A Huge Earthquake Caused by a Cell

Chen Yiqing returned to the laboratory, preparing to write a paper for submission.

Years of research finally yielded results. He couldn't help thinking like a tide, and kept typing on the computer with his fingers.

Although he has been involved in the industry for a long time, his thesis writing level is somewhat unfamiliar.

However, the handicrafts practiced during the doctoral period are still there, and I still have control over the overall idea of ​​the thesis, and the rest are all details.

The more I write, the more proficient I become. In just a few days, I have prepared a paper on the regeneration of brain neurons.

"Okay, done, let's contribute to "CELL" next."

After several checks, Chen Yiqing was quite satisfied with his thesis.

As we all know, Cell "Cell", Nature "Nature", and Science "Science", these three journals are all top journals among SCI journals, and they are ranked in no particular order.

Cell mainly publishes the latest research findings in the field of life sciences, which is naturally the best choice. The papers published in the other two journals are comprehensive journals, spanning many disciplines and having a wider scope.

In addition, there is another reason. When Lasker received the award last time, he met Dr. Sweet, the editor-in-chief of Cell magazine, and the two sides left a very friendly impression on each other.

So, he took out the business card case from the drawer, quickly found Dr. Sweet's business card, and sent it to the email address above.

According to his experience, it is estimated that there will be a reply within three days, and there should be no problem with the draft, and then it will enter the editorial review process.

The article will be sent to 2-3 experts in the field to decide whether to accept the submission.

If revisions are required, the experts will anonymously write out the review comments, usually with several pages, pointing out which areas are not good, further experiments are needed, how to do them, and then make revisions, which can be accepted.

Generally speaking, out of 10 articles, only about [-]% can pass.

It can be said that magazine editors write rejection letters every day.

They generally first look at whether the article is important or not, and whether it answers an important question.

Secondly, check whether it has universal significance, because some articles may be very important to a certain profession, but no one is interested, only a few out of a hundred people are interested, this is definitely not acceptable.

Finally, it depends on whether there is anything special about the author's work and method, whether there is something different and eye-catching.

All in all, the top magazine, the difficulty is also top, definitely worthy of its status.

The review process is also relatively fast, and there will be a reply within a week.

As for the final publication in the magazine, it takes a long time to wait, as fast as 3 months, and as long as half a year.

After submitting the manuscript, Chen Yiqing stretched happily, and then forgot about it.

Anyway, it is impossible to reject a manuscript, and the next time I want to see my article in a magazine, it will be three months at the earliest.

Then he should concentrate on his work. Maybe the new drug has already entered the clinic by the time it is published, and then it can be watered, ah no, publish a clinical paper.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but take out a bag of potato chips from the same drawer, and ate them like a hamster.

After working for half a day, it's time to replenish energy.

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Eagle Country, Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Editor-in-chief Sweet had just returned from a scientific conference in the early morning, his face was flushed, and his head was a little dizzy.

As the editor-in-chief of the magazine, one of his important tasks is to invite manuscripts.

Because of his great power, his work is relatively free. He can chase famous scientists like a star chaser, attend various scientific conferences, and maintain a wide range of contacts in academia.

When seeing a scientist has a very important latest achievement in this discipline, the editors-in-chief will often turn into giant sharks and swim over quickly, chasing and intercepting the scientists in all directions, scrambling to snatch the precious manuscript.

"Dear Dr. xx, has your article written about the recent xx achievements in the xx field? I promise to publish it for you as soon as possible, and your article will be on the cover of next month."

They often said that, shuttling through the venue, their chests thumping, making promises one after another.

At this moment, the editor-in-chief of a dignified top journal is no different from a vulgar insurance broker.

"This group of mad scientists could argue until midnight over a dispute. If it wasn't for asking them to make an appointment for a manuscript, I wouldn't be bothered to stay so long."

Sweet stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at himself with a tired face, and wailed.

"Recently, it's really difficult to make appointments for manuscripts. There are no very important results. I asked around at night and didn't get much. It seems that I have to continue to work hard tomorrow."

He had just been promoted from the editor-in-chief of a sub-journal to become the editor-in-chief of the entire magazine, so the performance pressure was still a bit high.

Suddenly, there were two beeps.

The mobile phone on the stage shows that a new email has been received.

Sweet glanced subconsciously.

Just saw the title.

I couldn't move my eyes away for an instant.

"Gene Expression and Interactions in Neural Stem Cell Regeneration"

His eyes were stuck to the phone screen as if dripped with 502 glue, and his breathing became heavy.

He didn't react until the screen turned off.

Immediately grabbed the phone, opened the email, sat down on the toilet, and read it greedily.

After a while, Sweet put down the phone slowly, immersed in an emotion called shock, unable to speak for a long time.

"This, this is too incredible!"

It took him a long time before he let out a mouthful of foul breath, and was a little incoherent with excitement.

"It's not a deceit, a lie, is it?" He suddenly remembered this, and suddenly became cautious.

There are also some unscrupulous scientific researchers in the academic world. In order to publish papers, get funding, and become famous, in short, for various reasons, they tamper with experimental data and come up with a beautiful-looking article.

There are even some big boss-level figures among them.

At this moment, the experimental data of this article looks like it has been tampered with. It is very perfect, in line with the theory, and there is no fault at all.

This can't help but make him think a little too much.

However, since the experimental data cannot be reproduced, fake articles can be easily exposed.

But this is usually years later, and the counterfeiters have already got everything they wanted.

Therefore, it is still quite profitable, which has led to the occurrence of academic fraud all the time, and it has been repeatedly banned.

Sweet immediately looked at the column of authors. The first one was a man named Yiqing Chen. The name seemed to be a standard Chinese.

Alarm bells rang out in his heart, and he looked down eagerly.

If the scientific research institution was in Eagle Country or Europa, things might not be as bad as he imagined.

If it is a Chinese university. . .

He didn't dare to think further.

You know, just in the past two years, he had withdrawn a fake article from Cell.

According to the author's later confession, it seems that some experimental data were beautified, which prevented other scholars from successfully replicating the experiment, which caused a lot of doubts.

This academic fraudster is from a certain university in Huaxia.

Sweet saw the unit where the experiment was located at a second glance: Sanqing
A thought flashed in his mind, this name also looks very Chinese.

Soon, he immediately reflected, his eyes widened in surprise.

Isn't this the Sanqing Group?

Is it the legendary Sanqing Group?

Oh my god, Sanqing actually solved the mystery of brain stem cell regeneration!
If the damaged brain can regenerate neuron cells, it will be the eighth wonder of the world.

A PhD in biology, he quickly figured out what the discovery meant.

Suddenly there was a cold war, and the whole body couldn't help trembling.

Since it was discovered by the Sanqing Group, it must not be false.

And this Yiqing Chen's name is also very familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere.

He thought hard, finally remembered, and slapped his thigh suddenly.

"Isn't it the Dr. Chen who came to accept the award instead of Wei Kang at the Lasker Awards Ceremony? I have heard his acceptance speech, but unfortunately time is in a hurry. After exchanging business cards, he said goodbye quickly, and there was no time. In-depth communication."

Sweet immediately felt deeply regretful, but after seeing the article, he became happy again.

"It's great, he hasn't forgotten me yet, such an important discovery was sent to my email in the first time."

"This Dr. Chen will be one of Cell magazine's best friends in the future!"

At this moment, he didn't feel dizzy anymore, and he wasn't sleepy any more. He just felt full of energy, and his whole body was extremely excited.

"It's done, it's done, it's a world-shocking result, and it needs to be sent to experts for review."

He hurriedly turned on the computer, found the list of editorial board members, selected two authoritative experts in the fields of regenerative science and neuroscience, and quickly forwarded them.

Then he rubbed his hands excitedly: "Call me again tomorrow afternoon, I hope they can release the review results as soon as possible."

"This article can happen to be published as the cover at the beginning of next month, and it will definitely make everyone's eyes pop out of shock, hahaha."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, not caring at all whether it would attract the breath of the neighbor next door.

(End of this chapter)