godfather of surgery

Chapter 1230 This is our territory

For the second phase of research on K therapy, Yang Ping organized his thoughts and quickly started the project. Whether it was rough or imperfect, it was not a problem. It could be corrected slowly later. No one's beginning is perfect.

In Yang Ping's view, as long as there is a beginning, everything will gradually get better.

Professor Su's experiment is underway, and the results won't be available anytime soon. Yang Ping knows the results will be satisfactory, so he hasn't asked about it. There's no rush for now.

Adams' follow-up examinations were excellent, and all tumor monitoring indicators were slowly improving. He would extend the curves he drew every day to observe the development trend of various indicators. The trend told him that this method was effective and that he could be saved.

For a mathematician, the most reliable thing is data; data doesn't lie, so Adams firmly believed he could recover.

He shared his daily treatment progress on social media, which drew envy from many fellow sufferers who inquired about joining the volunteer program. At the same time, Adams used this method to once again expose the lies of his so-called opponents, creating a favorable public opinion environment for clinical trials conducted in Europe and America.

After Morris's conjoined twins returned to the United States, many media outlets came to interview them. They were mobbed by the media at the airport when they got off the plane. Morris was annoyed by these media, so he simply moved to a place where the media couldn't find him and lived a quiet life for a few days.

The American media is quite interesting. Before the sisters had their surgery, they claimed that Yang Ping's surgery was experimental, disregarded the patients' lives, and violated ethics.

The surgery is now complete. Not only was the surgery very safe, but the results were also excellent. When they went there, they were conjoined twins, and when they came back, they were two happy, lively, and free individuals. Anyone who isn't blind can tell that the surgery was successful.

However, the media did not see it that way. They connected with Johannesson live on television, hoping to refute the surgery through a live conversation with top neurosurgeon Morris.

This conversation was hilarious; many American doctors shook their heads after watching it, never expecting that these media outlets would distort the facts to such an outrageous degree.

"Mr. Johannesson, I heard that Professor Yang Ping came to your hospital to study neurosurgery before? Is it true that his current advanced neurosurgery skills come from you?"

"No, Professor Yang Ping came to our hospital only to teach us surgical techniques. He is my teacher, and we are the students. Our current advanced surgical skills come from him."

"No, no, no, you must be mistaken. In this situation, you must tell the truth. The fact is, his skills come from you. He went to your hospital to learn. That's the truth."

"Is this a documentary interview or a talk show? I feel like all your programs, whether they are news programs or documentary interviews, have become talk shows. You can say whatever you want and don't need the facts at all."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I just connected with Professor Johannesson, who said that they were teacher and student, and that Professor Yang's surgical skills came from him."

The audio on the live stream had been cut off, so no matter what Johannesson said, the audience could no longer hear it.

These were all just Yang Ping's own little hobbies, and he didn't care at all, because he didn't pay any attention to them.

That day, Yang Ping was thinking about some details of his research project in his office in the lab when Dean Xia called to say she had something to discuss with him.

Yang Ping said, "I'll come find you."

Dean Xia immediately said, "I'm downstairs. Wait for me in your office, I'm coming over."

Dean Xia rushed to Yang Ping's laboratory. He didn't dare to go in, afraid of disturbing the doctoral students who were doing research. These guys were all focused on scientific research and were a bit of a nerd. If one of them didn't recognize him, they might kick him out and make a fool of himself. He had been kicked out before; his employee ID could be used to access all the hospital's access control systems, including the laboratory.

Once, when he went to see Yang Ping, he swiped his card to enter, but was spotted by a newly arrived PhD who stopped him from entering. He said, "I am the dean." The PhD said, "Even the dean can't do that." He pointed to the rules and regulations on the wall and said, "The dean must also follow the rules." Dean Xia was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to argue back.

The PhD student also said, "This is our territory, we're in charge. You can't just barge in like this, it will contaminate our experiments. For example, in my stem cell lab, if you have an acute upper respiratory infection and barge in without a mask, what if the virus contaminates our cells? So you have to follow our rules and not be so reckless." Dean Xia had no choice but to leave.

He's learned his lesson now. He rings the doorbell when he gets to the door and only goes in after getting permission. These researchers are all stubborn; once they make a mistake, they can't make the same mistake again. That's right, this is their territory, they're in charge, and they're the experts.

Yang Ping happened to come out from inside and saw Dean Xia standing at the door waiting. He said, "Dean Xia? Why aren't you coming in? Is your access card broken?"

Dean Xia said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "No, no, I was just afraid of disturbing your work, that you might be in a meeting or conducting an important experiment, so it was better to ring the doorbell first."

"Are you busy right now? I need to talk to you about something." Dean Xia said immediately when he saw Yang Ping about to leave.

Yang Ping quickly welcomed Dean Xia in: "Come in, come in. You have some free time. I heard you were coming, so I came out to see what's on your mind. Come in and tell me."

Dean Xia hesitated for a moment: "Could you give me a mask? I don't have one with me. Should I wear a protective suit?"

Dean Xia was still scared after being scolded by that unknown PhD last time. Yang Ping shook his head: "No need, no need. We're not in the lab. We don't need to do that in the office area."

It turns out that guy has expanded his management. Last time, he didn't go to the lab; he was just in the office area. Maybe he angered them by barging in without their permission. Those guys.

Upon arriving at the office, Yang Ping quickly poured a cup of tea for Dean Xia. Dean Xia sat down and took a sip: "Is this new tea? It tastes good. I'm here to discuss something with you. We received a notification from the capital that a group of retired cadres will be coming to our hospital for physical examinations. If any problems are found, they will be treated directly at our hospital. We need to be prepared. These retired comrades are all heroes who shed blood and sweat for the revolution and the construction of the motherland, so the capital attaches great importance to this. They hope you will serve as the head of the medical team for this mission. We will handle the overall organization and arrangements. You only need to oversee the key points. If any treatment or surgery is needed, we will have to transfer them to your research institute's ward for treatment or surgery."

“How can you say it’s troublesome? This is my task. Don’t worry, I guarantee I will complete the task. These veteran comrades have had a tough time. They shed blood and sweat for the country in the past. Now it’s our turn to do something for them,” Yang Ping said without hesitation.

"I looked at the introductions of these retired cadres. Some are veterans who made meritorious contributions in the past, and some are scientists engaged in scientific research in the west. In short, they are all heroes who made great contributions to the country without regard for personal gain or loss. Now we also hope that they can enjoy their later years in peace," said Dean Xia.

Yang Ping was also deeply moved. He had never liked following singers or actors since childhood; instead, he loved reading about the heroic deeds of those who contributed to the country. He felt these heroes were the stars he should idolize. "This time, I'm not just overseeing key moments. I'll oversee everyone's physical examination from start to finish. If there are any illnesses requiring treatment, I'll be the attending physician. If surgery is needed, I'll personally perform the operation. Let's make it clear, no one can take this from me," Yang Ping told Dean Xia.

Dean Xia was taken aback. He knew that Yang Ping was most afraid of doing things other than clinical work and scientific research. He did not expect him to be so concerned and proactive about this matter.

After chatting with Dean Xia for a while, Song Ziming called and said, "Professor, Professor Li Zehui would like to meet with you."

"Li Zehui?" Yang Ping was surprised. Why did he suddenly come to China without giving prior notice?

Song Ziming explained, "He went to Shanghai for an academic conference this time. He wasn't supposed to come here to visit because he was too busy. But for some reason, he changed his mind and insisted on coming. He's already downstairs at the hospital. I'll go pick him up. Or you could go to our ward office and I'll bring him over."

Li Zehui's decision was indeed impromptu. He was in Shanghai for a meeting and couldn't find the time, so he didn't mention it. But after thinking it over, he decided that since he was already back in China, he should definitely visit the professor. He decided to come to the hospital first, hoping to run into the professor, but it wouldn't matter if he didn't, as it wouldn't disrupt the professor's work schedule.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the ward office." Yang Ping said and headed to the ward office, which was just a few floors away.

About ten minutes later, Song Ziming brought Li Zehui up. When he saw Yang Ping, he was extremely excited: "Professor Yang, it's been a long time."

“Professor Li, why didn’t you tell us in advance? We would have picked you up from the airport.” Yang Ping grasped his hand.

Li Ze shook his head: "It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I didn't want to bother you, but after thinking it over, I decided to come and bother you anyway. I have something to say to you."

"Go to my office."

Yang Ping led them to his office, where the conversation was more private, unlike the bustling doctor's office.

Yang Ping poured tea for Li Zehui, who quickly took it: "I've thought about it for a long time. I came here today to say a few words to you."

"Have you encountered any special cases that you'd like to share with me?" Yang Ping asked.

Li Zehui shook his head: "No, I came here to tell you that I want to come back. I want to come to the Department of Cardiac Surgery at Sanbo Hospital. I heard that you don't have a separate cardiac surgery department here yet. I want to come back and participate in the establishment of the cardiac surgery department. I don't necessarily have to be the head of the department. Being a regular attending physician is fine too."

After speaking, Li Zehui waited for Yang Ping's reply with expectant eyes. Yang Ping hadn't expected Li Zehui's words and felt a bit surprised.

“This wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was the result of careful consideration,” Li Zehui said.

Yang Ping thought for a moment and said, "Professor Li, you were doing so well in the United States, why did you suddenly decide to come back?"

Li Zehui is a second-generation Chinese American, born and raised in the United States. However, his parents did not allow him to become completely Westernized. Instead, they taught him Chinese and Chinese culture at home. His family still maintains Chinese values ​​and traditions, such as celebrating the Chinese New Year.

Would it be difficult for such an elite American, who already has a foothold in the United States, to adapt to a sudden change of environment?

Li Zehui took a sip of tea: "I know you don't understand. You might think that I, a Chinese American who grew up in the United States, am already a 'banana' (yellow on the outside, white on the inside), even though I have a Chinese face but my heart is Westernized. But that's not true. My heart is still Chinese. I once read a book about Qian Xuesen's story, and ever since then, I've had this thought from time to time: I hope to come back at the right time and make some contribution within my power. I know I'm not capable enough, but I can always do something."

“I’ve been to Sanbo Hospital a few times, and I really like the hospital’s humanistic environment. I think I can do something for it,” Li Zehui said, blushing.

Yang Ping listened quietly to him. Li Zehui seemed to have a lot to say, and he continued, "Actually, what appears to be a competition between nations is in reality a competition between races. My view may be a bit extreme and contrary to mainstream thought, but my experience growing up in the United States has taught me that this is the case. Every successful person should be rooted in their own race, so my roots are in China, and I should contribute to China."

“So I thought about it for a long time. When I was on the plane back to China for the academic conference, I kept thinking about whether I should come and talk to you. In the end, I decided that I must come and talk to you. I hope I can go back to China. I discussed this with my parents, and they strongly agreed.” Li Zehui said very seriously, not at all like he was just saying it casually.

“If you really want to come to Sanbo Hospital, we welcome you. Sanbo Hospital is preparing to establish a cardiac surgery department. If you come, you will be the most suitable candidate. We are in dire need of talent in cardiac surgery,” Yang Ping stated on the spot.

Li Zehui is a top international cardiac surgeon. In the United States, his achievements far surpass those of his senior colleagues. However, perhaps due to the invisible glass ceiling, his fame and academic standing are not as high as his senior colleagues', and some publicity has intentionally downplayed his achievements.

If Li Zehui is willing to come back, Yang Ping will welcome him with open arms. Such talent is exactly what Sanbo Hospital lacks. His skills and expertise are world-class, and he will bring advanced ideas.

However, there is a big problem: Li Ze was born in the United States, and if he returns to China now, he may not be able to adapt and may encounter some cultural barriers. But it is worth giving him a try, and it would be a good thing if he could come back for a while.

"That's great! Professor Yang, wait for me, I will definitely come back," Li Zehui said excitedly.

Sanbo Hospital's cardiac surgery department is indeed lacking a top-notch surgeon. Xia Shu is good, but his training time is clearly insufficient. Song Ziming and Xu Zhiliang have no interest in cardiac surgery. If Li Zehui could come and take Xia Shu with him, Sanbo Hospital's cardiac surgery department could immediately stand out and become world-class. With the training of more young people, the entire team would be world-class.

However, Yang Ping was worried that Li Ze would definitely have a hard time adapting to the new environment. This was not just a matter of the hospital's humanistic environment. But he decided to let him try. If he felt it wasn't working out, he could always go back.

After leaving Yang Ping's office, Dean Xia did not leave the laboratory. He wandered around the laboratory to see what changes had occurred and heard that another batch of young people had been recruited.

As he strolled along, a somewhat familiar face walked towards him, and Dean Xia recognized it.

That's the PhD student: This is our territory.

Startled, Dean Xia quickly lowered his head and walked towards the main gate, then dashed out of the laboratory.