Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1187 - 930: Hands-Off Boss_2

Chapter 1187: Chapter 930: Hands-Off Boss_2

Bao Yulou had to thank Professor He, as it was Professor He’s suggestion that helped him come to his senses, and he had completely given up on the idea of "rescuing."

It was only his wife who was still not giving up, always wanting to take some measures, but faced with right and wrong, Bao Yulou did not indulge her this time, and so his wife also had to give up in the end.

Bao Yulou funded a charity specifically for the education of young people who had made mistakes, as an act of contrition for his own failings in his son’s education, hoping to reduce the number of lost youths in society.

Although Bao Junhao was no longer a youth, Bao Yulou believed the root of the problem was that Bao Junhao had strayed during his adolescent years and he, as a father, had not fulfilled his duty to guide him back to the right path in time.

After doing all these, Bao Yulou made an effort to apologize to Yang Ping, bowing deeply before him and saying he was sorry.

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The Science and Technology Department of Nandu Medical University was highly efficient; rather than choosing a date, why not just go with what was available? The academic conference was held on Saturday.

The academic exchange meeting for young people was still quite interesting.

Yang Ping, Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, and Tang Shun all came to participate in the academic conference at Nandu Medical University, with Xia Shu, Wen Zhong, and Dr. Jin also coming along to experience it.

Although Dr. Jin was already in his forties, he felt he was still young and had many opportunities, so he joined everyone. After all, the conference did not require an ID card; no one knew he was already over forty.

It was called an academic conference, but perhaps it should have been called a networking event, as young talents have a strong sense of timing and are very punctual; by the scheduled Saturday at nine o’clock, everyone had arrived before nine.

There were dozens of people, including several young professors from the main campus, as well as some people from affiliated hospitals. Yang Ping knew several of them, including the married couple, Su Nanchen and Lin Lan, Yang Ping’s brother-in-law and sister-in-law, naturally needing no introduction. Guan Ruyan he had met once before, and he had dined with several doctors from Nandu Affiliated Hospital No. 1, but he was not very familiar with the others.

"Brother Yang!"

Su Nanchen and Yang Ping shook hands.

Brother Yang?

Yang Ping was taken aback, this form of address seemed to disorder the generations.

Su Nanchen also immediately realized his mistake. Before he knew of the relationship between Yang Ping and his sister, Su Nanchen often called him Brother Yang as a mark of respect, probably because it was so smooth to say at the time. Although he had already stopped, occasionally he would still slip up unintentionally.

"Professor Yang! Long time no see, I’ve heard so much about you!"

Su Nanchen immediately corrected himself, and the brothers shook hands.

It’s not like it had been a long time; they had just eaten at the same table at your house last weekend.

"Long time no see!" Yang Ping also joined in with the polite words.

Several young doctors from the Affiliated Hospital No. 1 immediately came over to shake hands with "Brother Yang," all of whom Yang Ping had met before. On his first consulting visit to Affiliated Hospital No. 1, he was warmly treated by Su Nanchen, who had invited Yang Ping for a meal, and all these individuals were present then.

Among them was Lin Hao, who had previously pursued Su Yixuan. During the competition for the Golden Knife Award, he had inadvertently stolen Yang Ping’s technique and even claimed it as his own, but Yang Ping did not hold him too accountable and even spoke on his behalf, thus preventing his future from being jeopardized. Now Lin Hao truly admired Yang Ping; he acknowledged that Yang Ping’s talent was incomparable to his. He silently felt happy for Su Yixuan for having found such a fine husband.

In matters of the heart, when something is unattainable, giving up is often the best option.

Now, Lin Hao and a female doctor from Nandu Medical University had already reached the stage of discussing marriage. Taking a step back really broadened his horizons.

There are many affiliated hospitals under Nandu Medical University, including a Cancer Hospital, etc. A few people came from each hospital, and when adding them up, the number of participants was substantial. Most of the other hospitals’ doctors rarely had the chance to meet Yang Ping, and most had only heard of his reputation.

Outstanding Young Talent, evaluation for Academician, 13 CNS publications, and Nobel Prize-level research achievements—such a super-genius was revered no matter where he went. Actually, the reason so many attendees had gathered was because they had heard that Yang Ping would be there, and everyone wanted to see him.

Guan Ruyan was a social butterfly. When he met Yang Ping, he proactively reached out for a handshake, displaying great humility. If you can’t beat them, avoid them, and learn to achieve your goals through indirect routes—these were the words his father-in-law had imparted to him. Wasn’t this conference the curve he was using to reach his own Outstanding Young Talent goal? It was only delayed by a year.

The entire conference style was also very youthful, without the usual roundabout courtesies. Under the host’s arrangement, they delved directly into the major topics, with everyone introducing their recent research activities to facilitate mutual understanding of what everyone was involved in.

Initially, Yang Ping was supposed to speak first, but the host decided to have him present last as a highlight, which would add depth to the conference, so Yang Ping was scheduled for the final slot.

Research topics aren’t something you switch every few days as if it’s child’s play. A project could take years or even decades, and some research spans an entire lifetime, often without yielding significant results. Therefore, one must be capable of settling down for scientific research.

If it’s for fame and profit, better to give up early—the risks are too great to bear.

Except for scientific fraud. The cost and risks involved in scientific fraud, compared to genuine scientific endeavors, are as insignificant as a feather by contrast to a heavyweight. Abroad, there was a Doctor who faked over two hundred papers—it’s written so convincingly that with those two hundred papers, the Doctor had a flourishing career and became a top figure in the field. Perhaps thinking fraudulent practices were too easy, he eventually relaxed his nerves and compromised the quality of his fakes, getting caught red-handed.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang discussed and decided only one of them should go up, and only one could. Xu Zhiliang’s stuttering had persisted till now; except for periods of remission during emergencies, he was always symptomatic. If he went on stage, nobody else would get a chance to present from morning till night—it would turn into a one-man show.

Xu Zhiliang didn’t want to come at all, but Song Zimo forcefully dragged him along. It would be fine to just listen from below the stage; no need to speak up there, so there was nothing to fear.

He had attended the European Spine Academic Conference; what was there to fear in this small-scale conference? In truth, Xu Zhiliang didn’t have social anxiety; he merely stuttered, which made speaking inconvenient.

Song Zimo’s topic was precision epiphyseal tissue techniques for treating spinal scoliosis. This topic had almost been talked to death, but there was no other choice—as a topic could span several years, like professors who are bug-like geniuses conducting three topics at once, and still having time to drink tea in the office daily.

Sometimes, Song Zimo really wanted to examine the tea to see if it contained any stimulants conducive to thinking. He was managing three projects at once, with teams as busy as fans, yet he remained calm and relaxed, sitting in his office drinking tea. Shouldn’t he be searching for information online or watching data in the laboratory at that time?

Whenever Song Zimo asked Yang Ping why his research always proceeded so smoothly

Optimal Selection Method!

Could you teach the Optimal Selection Method?

Too profound to display!

Damn, how hurtful to say that, implying "Your intelligence isn’t up to it, explaining it would be wasted."

After everyone had introduced their topics, the free discussion session started.

Young people will be young, full of vigor, and without the mature middle-aged to keep things steady, their free debates were quite intense.

This group initially only intended to debate, but the debate grew increasingly heated. Of course, since they were all scholars, at most they spoke faster and louder, without resorting to cursing or banging on the table.

Guan Ruyan brought an Assistant, supposed to join him to gain some experience. Perhaps the Assistant encountered too many talents that day, ending up quite active and completely forgetting his spectator role, acting as if he were a main character too.

After a round of free discussion, Yang Ping noticed that Guan Ruyan’s Assistant was more familiar with their topics than Guan Ruyan himself. Faced with several sharp questions from Yang Ping that hit the core, Guan Ruyan seemed at a loss, but the Assistant stepped forward and answered with ease.

Damn, this Assistant was really diligent, and Guan Ruyan truly was a "bureaucrat," rarely visiting the laboratory? Hardly managing the experimental plans himself.

Yang Ping himself was also a hands-off boss, but never to this extent. That said, could Tang Shun possibly understand more about his Spatial Orientation Gene theory than he did himself?

No, something felt off.