Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1142 - 911 Thanks Big Brother for Lending a Hand_2

Chapter 1142: Chapter 911 Thanks Big Brother for Lending a Hand_2

What do you mean it’s fine if you handle it privately? Is this a matter concerning only you?

Director Zhou rushed out of the Stem Cell Laboratory and immediately called Dean Xia to report. Dean Xia responded indifferently, "He’s Professor Yang’s personal friend. Professor Yang hasn’t suggested that the hospital should officially receive him, so what are you anxious about?"

"Of course I’m anxious, Professor Yang’s achievement with the spatial orientation gene is Nobel Prize level. The Nobel Prize needs heavy-weight recommenders, and right now, Manstein is visiting our hospital. If we take the opportunity to approach him and ask him to be Professor Yang’s recommender, wouldn’t that be great?"

It turned out that Director Zhou had this in mind.

The Nobel Prize?

Dean Xia immediately became invigorated. Had it not been for Director Zhou’s reminder, he wouldn’t have thought of this. Director Zhou, who managed scientific research, was more knowledgeable about these things.

To have the chance to be associated with the Nobel Prize during his tenure as the dean? It seemed his own career ceiling was getting higher and higher, all thanks to that youngster, Yang Ping.

"Hold on, I’ll communicate with Professor Yang first before we proceed. Don’t act rashly."

Dean Xia gave his instructions on the spot.

About fifteen minutes later, Dean Xia called back Director Zhou, "Go back to your office and have some tea; don’t get involved in this matter. Do you know why Manstein came to our hospital?"

"Why?" How would Director Zhou know? Who should he ask?

"The purpose of Manstein’s visit is to discuss with Professor Yang about recommending him for the Nobel Prize. He’s even worried that Professor Yang won’t agree, so he came personally to talk to Professor Yang face-to-face. Professor Yang is currently considering whether or not to participate in the Nobel Prize selection process," said Dean Xia slowly.

Is that something someone would say? Consider whether or not to participate in the Nobel Prize selection process?

After listening to Dean Xia’s phone call, Director Zhou was completely thunderstruck.

So it turned out that there was such good fortune. A heavyweight like Manstein was reversing roles, asking to be a recommender for Yang Ping’s Nobel Prize, and Yang Ping was still considering it?

Why don’t such things happen to me? When I was young, my goal was to become an Academician. By high school, I lowered my sights to just getting into a top university. At university, I just hoped not to fail and to get into graduate school. After graduation, well, a job with a stable and decent income would do.

As for now, I occasionally think that if I could serve a few years as a dean, my life would be complete. Unfortunately, even being dean is out of reach, and being the Head of the Department of Science and Education is as far as I’ll get in this life.

If I could be involved in the recommendation of Professor Yang’s scientific achievements for the Nobel Prize, then my life might have a bit more luster.

So, Professor Yang’s Nobel Prize has nothing to do with me?

No, how can that be okay? After all, Professor Yang is a doctor at Sanbo Hospital, and I’m the Head of the Department of Science and Education at Sanbo Hospital. How can it be okay if I’m not involved in this matter at all? It seems I still need to seize the opportunity, volunteer proactively, and try to be involved in Professor Yang’s participation in the Nobel Prize.

If one day Professor Yang really wins the prize, at least I would be a participant, and I could brag to my grandson about it after retirement.

"I think—" Director Zhou prepared to move Dean Xia with emotion and reason.

"Let’s wait and see. In any case, we are the servants," replied Dean Xia before hanging up the phone.

Having contemplated, Director Zhou had no choice but to go and talk to Director Han. Director Han was living like an immortal these days. He carried the title of senior director in orthopedics without having to manage anything, leaving it all to Tan Boyun. In the Overseas Chinese Building’s Orthopedics Department, there was Tian Yuan, and even the Surgical Research Institute was just a title for him, initially setup to facilitate Yang Ping’s Ph.D. studies.

Because of having a Ph.D. student like Yang Ping, Director Han, whom even Dean Xia would stop to greet when seeing him, was revered at any academic conference and seated in the front row like a lord. For the recent Spinal Surgery conference in Europe, he didn’t even want to go, complaining about the hassle of receiving prominent receptions.

It was just Director Zhou who lacked significance; he had no major accomplishments.

When Director Zhou arrived, Director Han was in his office, sipping tea and listening to Peking opera, and so the two of them started to chat over tea.

Back when Sanbo Hospital was founded, the three Ph.Ds.—Xia Changjiang is now the dean, having received an award at the People’s Hall. Sanbo Hospital is thriving more than ever, with a genius like Yang Ping emerging and producing CNS papers, and possibly even winning the Nobel Prize—the dean surely made a name for himself.

Now, Han Jiangong was not any less accomplished than Dean Xia. Up to now, he has only mentored one and a half Ph.D. students - one is Yang Ping, and the other half is Song Zimo. With this one and a half Ph.D. students, he can walk arrogantly across the world.

Alas!

Me!

Director Zhou couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic.

"What’s with the sighs all of a sudden?" Director Han, noticing his demeanor, asked.

"Fate, oh fate!" Director Zhou almost squeezed out a few tears.

Director Han took a sip of tea, "Old Zhou, you made a special trip to see me for tea today, sniffling and tearful. Surely, you didn’t come just to have tea? Did you encounter some difficulty?"

"Indeed!"

"I knew it."

"It’s like this, Yang Ping’s research on the spatial orientation gene has the potential to win the Nobel Prize."

"I know. If he really wins, it would only be natural."

"Are you aware that Professor Mainshtan is visiting our hospital?"

"Yes, Xiao Yang even asked me if I wanted to have a couple of drinks with the Germans, but I didn’t go."

"Professor Mainshtan’s visit is specifically to endorse Yang Ping for the Nobel Prize."

"I’m aware of that. We shouldn’t get involved in the young people’s affairs, what are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is---"

"Are you thinking about having the hospital also participate in Xiao Yang’s Nobel Prize nomination?"

"That’s exactly my intention."

"Alright, I’ll see if I can say something about it."

"Big brother, thank you for giving me a lift."

Professor Mainshtan, accompanied by Song Zimo, August, and Tang Shun, visited the Stem Cell Laboratory. It was hard for him to imagine, a lab like this, where one could casually enter in slippers, with just a few dozen researchers, all fresh doctoral graduates, with even the director Tang Shun being a recent Ph.D. graduate, this small group of people had managed to produce some of the world’s most valuable scientific results.

However, the quality of the researchers in the laboratory was indeed very high. These doctors came from top stem cell laboratories around the world, with graduates from China, the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, Japan, France, and so on.

The laboratory’s equipment was also world-class, on par with his own lab, it was just that the research team was really small, and the team members seemed quite casual.

"We currently have three laboratories: this is the Stem Cell Laboratory, and there are also the Oncology Research Laboratory and the Skin Expansion Laboratory. We run three experiments simultaneously," Tang Shun introduced the situation of his laboratory.

Because Professor Yang had instructed, they could fully open up to Professor Mainshtan for his visit.

"From what I understood just now, you have a very flat management structure?" asked Professor Mainshtan.

Tang Shun nodded, "Yes, we only have two levels, myself and these researchers. We believe that such a small team is more conducive to innovation. Having too many team members and more complex hierarchies only reduces efficiency and inevitably leads to rigidity. That’s Professor Yang’s philosophy."

"It seems we should learn from you and consider some reforms," mused Professor Mainshtan.

Yang Ping came alone to see Sisi; her parents had always thought that their daughter knew nothing about her illness, but in fact, Sisi was well aware of it and simply pretended not to know.

Yang Ping found an excuse to send Sisi’s parents away, so he could visit Sisi’s ward.

To avoid disrupting Sisi’s studies, the head nurse always arranged a private room for her.

"May I talk with you?"

Yang Ping looked at Sisi, who was fiddling with a cactus.

Sisi immediately stopped what she was doing, "Is it a recurrence?"

"How do you always manage to predict it so accurately? My expression is very relaxed now. You could say my eyes gave me away last time, but this time I don’t think there’s anything off about them," Yang Ping was quite surprised.

"After my tests, you’ve waited this long to tell me, if it was nothing, you’d have told me right away. You must be thinking about what to do next," Sisi said with a smile.

"That’s exactly it. It’s a recurrence, and the hospital stay will be longer this time. We need further tests."

"It’s okay. I’ve already gone through fifth and sixth grade materials, and now I’m learning middle school courses, so it’s fine if I don’t go to school."

"You don’t have to worry. I’ll find a way for you, and I’ve already got a new idea in mind."

"I know you’ll have a solution, so I’m not worried at all."

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