Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1107 - 894 Can’t Go Back Anymore_2

Chapter 1107: Chapter 894 Can’t Go Back Anymore_2

For Yang Ping, the operations in the System Space were for accumulation of experience, whereas surgeries in reality were all about treating and saving patients.

With the experience from the first day’s surgery, Zhang Lin and Little Five’s confidence greatly increased, and so did their enthusiasm. The saying goes, "He who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and he who stays near ink gets stained black." Spending every day with these genius academic elites, Zhang Lin and Little Five did not consider themselves ordinary folks; instead, they set higher targets for themselves.

Germany and China have an eight-hour time difference. When it was noon and break time at the German Academic Conference, it was nighttime in China. Song Zimo called Little Five, and Xu Zhiliang called Zhang Lin. They wanted to inquire about the situation back at the Hospital. Zhang Lin and Little Five, as if they had prearranged their response, replied, "The Hospital is not busy, please rest assured. It’s rare for you all to go out, so please stay in Europe a few more days. The Professor has said several times that Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang really work very hard usually. This time, he definitely wants them to relax more while they’re abroad."

Places like Charite Medical College and Heidelberg University are definite stops for any doctor, and visiting the key medical laboratories in these schools is a must. It would be even better to be able to tour under the guidance of Old August.

The top hospitals in Germany certainly can’t be just glanced over; one must deeply understand them, and it would be ideal to come back and teach us, sharing their advanced experiences. Europe and America, after all, are very advanced and have much we can learn from.

Spending day in and day out in the Operating Room for an entire year, now having the opportunity to get some fresh air, the visa is also a Schengen visa, so visiting several European countries won’t take much time.

Stopping by Stockholm, Sweden is a must, right? Taking a photo at the Nobel Prize awarding site is not too much, is it? Consider it as getting familiar with the route in advance, just in case one day, following the Professor, you casually pick up a Nobel Prize, then going to the ceremony won’t involve taking a wrong turn.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang sighed. Usually, it’s not apparent, but at such critical moments, one can see true intentions. Their subordinate doctors really cared about them, calling them in the middle of the night, reminding them to rest well, and definitely to stay in Europe a few more days. Now, they even gracefully handed over a detailed European travel guide for doctors.

Especially Xu Zhiliang, who felt very guilty at this moment. He usually had strict demands on Zhang Lin and often scolded him. But Zhang Lin not only did not hold a grudge but also showed concern for him while he was in Europe, repeatedly admonishing him not to worry about the Hospital and to definitely stay abroad for a few more days.

Such great colleagues, such excellent subordinate doctors!

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European Spinal Surgery Annual Meeting.

Wearing Mandarin jackets became a hot topic at the annual meeting. Not only did Song Zimo, who gave the first academic presentation wear a Mandarin jacket, but the academic chair, August, also wore one, and Manstein, somehow obtaining one too, temporarily switched his suit for a Mandarin jacket, reportedly borrowed from August.

However, the Mandarin jackets looked quite spirited on the two Germans.

Song Zimo’s three presentation topics caused a sensation at the conference, especially the last one, which was simply groundbreaking. The Precise Epiphyseal Arrest Technique succeeded in its application in Spinal Surgery. In the future, Spinal Scoliosis would no longer be a difficult problem.

Previously, the vast majority of doctors attending the conference didn’t understand the arrangement of the meeting, wondering why the Chinese doctor Song Zimo was placed as the first speaker, even allocating him thirty minutes, while Milton was given only ten minutes. But this, after all, was the European Academic Annual Meeting.

After listening to Song Zimo’s presentation, everyone finally understood why. This Chinese doctor had brought a transformative and innovative technique, whereas the other doctors merely made small tweaks and upgrades to existing techniques.

Mr. Milton from the United Kingdom sat in the first row. His neighbors, August, and Manstein both wore Mandarin jackets, while he wore a suit, seemingly quite out of place next to them.

No wonder August had disappeared for a while; it was now very clear he had gone to China, to learn advanced Spinal Surgery techniques.

The next speaker after Song Zimo was Milton. Out of respect for this competitor, August used to place Milton’s presentation first, but not anymore; now Milton could only follow behind Yang Ping.

With Song Zimo’s stunning presentation before him, Milton’s presentation seemed very ordinary. The surgeries he brought were still revolving within the framework, with only a bit of improvement. Had it not been for Song Zimo’s dazzling presentation, August’s techniques would have been quite decent, able to support the reputation of the European Spinal Surgery Annual Meeting.

For instance, the design and improvement of artificial intervertebral discs, breakthroughs in difficult cases of spinal deformities, and a summary of upper cervical spine surgeries. But now, under Song Zimo’s shining light, Milton seemed quite dim.

Under the bright illumination of a thousand-watt bulb, the light of a few dozen watts simply isn’t enough.

Mr. Milton had a ten-minute speech, and he had been very confident, often eloquent on stage. Now, he seemed like a different person, his eyes dull and lifeless as if he were merely reading from a script. He hastily completed his speech, making the entire process appear crude, rushed, and perfunctory.

The European doctors familiar with Mr. Milton were very surprised. What was going on? Was this really Mr. Milton?

If it had been the previous annual meetings, the pointed questions and debates between August and Mr. Milton were the most thrilling parts of the conference, often ending with both of them red-faced and nearly coming to blows.

After Mr. Milton’s speech, during the five-minute question period, August didn’t react at all, not posing a single question.

This greatly surprised the European doctors in the audience. What had happened? How could this be?

Weren’t they arch-rivals? How could they possibly reconcile? It was impossible, utterly impossible.

Some even suspected that August might have temporarily left the venue, but looking forward, they saw August sitting motionless in the front row, no questions asked, no debates, no arguments.

Many doctors suddenly felt uncomfortable; the disputes between these two giants were the most captivating and appealing parts of the European conference.

During Mr. Milton’s five-minute question period, only a few other European doctors asked questions, but of course, they were nowhere near the level of August. Consequently, the questions they raised were trivial and easily dismissed by Mr. Milton.

Next was August’s presentation, his topic was similar to Song Zimo’s, but more about integrating European cases to illustrate the excellence of new techniques. Also, as the first doctor in Europe to master these new techniques, he planned to vigorously promote them.

Both giants had a five-minute question period after their presentations, while the questioning and discussion segments for the other speakers were scheduled for after the morning presentations.

But strangely, now Mr. Milton also remained silent, not asking a single question during the entire five-minute period. In previous conferences, he wouldn’t rest until he had August cornered with questions, sometimes wanting to pursue further even as the reminder bell rang.

Now, Mr. Milton didn’t move, not even attempting to open his mouth.

The reason was simple really, August had lost all interest in the themes of Mr. Milton’s speech. To him, those subjects were no longer worth his effort.

And Mr. Milton was quite unfamiliar with the topics of August’s speech, having no experience in that area, how could he pose any insightful questions?

Just like two chess masters, previously evenly matched, often in fierce competition, now one has advanced far ahead in skill, the challenge dissipated, leaving both without interest and far from the intense conflicts and flushed faces of before.

From a past filled with love and conflict to now being practically strangers, it was truly disheartening.

Mr. Milton couldn’t help but cast his gaze towards August, not far off. At that moment, August also looked at him, their eyes met for a brief moment, but then quickly parted, and thereafter, they no longer exchanged such looks.

Mr. Milton longed for the days gone by, feeling a recurrent ache in his heart, regretting that those days would never return.

At that moment, August too felt an emptiness, as if a great void had formed within him. In the future, in Europe, he would feel the loneliness of being at the top.

The conference was still ongoing, with a doctor from France now speaking, and the doctors immersed themselves in the academic feast.

Only August and Mr. Milton felt complicated emotions, unable to recapture the past feelings.

Song Zimo, at this conference, not only had a speech but also a surgical performance scheduled for the third day. He would conduct three surgical demonstrations along with August.