Surgery Godfather
Chapter 522 - 475: Five Hundred and Five Pieces

Chapter 522: Chapter 475: Five Hundred and Five Pieces

Narita Airport is located in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture, Japan, over sixty kilometers away from the center of Tokyo.

By the time we landed, it was already nine in the evening.

Stepping out of the airport, everyone quickly put on their warm clothes.

Old Cheng promptly opened his bag and took out a trench coat for Yang Ping, disregarding his own needs.

Yang Ping, however, didn’t feel cold at all: "You put it on yourself, I’m fine."

Yang Ping enjoyed exercising, and has always maintained an early morning running routine, which made him very fit and with a strong resistance to cold.

The reception staff from Tokyo University Hospital had been waiting at the exit.

Takahashi and Teacher Tang were also at the exit holding signs. With beautiful regular script brush writing, one sign read "Welcome Dr. Yang Ping". The sign looked far more distinguished compared to others simply written or printed signs.

Takahashi had already communicated with the reception staff of Tokyo University Hospital in advance, and he would be solely responsible for receiving Yang Ping.

As Old Cheng was not among the attendees, he didn’t care who would receive him, as long as he could follow Yang Ping.

Even though it was winter night, the airport was still bustling with people.

At the exit, a group of about a dozen doctors gathered. Su Nanchen took a head count, making sure no one was missing.

As Yang Ping bid Professor Su and the others goodbye, preparing to head towards Takahashi, Professor Su suggested that Su Nanchen also go with Yang Ping. "You go ahead, I’ll be fine with everyone else."

"Don’t drink alcohol, please stay safe and get to bed early. We’ll gather at Tokyo University Hospital tomorrow." Professor Su called out to Yang Ping and Su Nanchen, reminding them.

Like birds released from a cage, the two were incredibly happy.

Truth be told, being on the plane with those professors and not feeling a bit constrained was simply impossible, there was indeed a generational gap, as most were of a teacher’s age.

What could be more comfortable and carefree than being with young people?

The other young doctors were quite envious of the two. Upon arriving in Tokyo, they had friends picking them up and could act independently.

The person picking them up was the internationally renowned orthopedic trauma expert Takahashi Fumiya. Having that friendly and respectful demeanor towards Yang Ping.

Takahashi bowed deeply, extremely agitated, "Welcome to Tokyo!"

It was obvious that the show of politeness was sincere and heartfelt rather than pretentious. The term "Sir" was a highly respectful term used by a junior to a senior. Normally, Takahashi would only address Fujiwara Masao, Professor Ikeda, etc. as "Sir".

Dressed in a suit and tie, Takahashi made his respectful bow, his hands pressed tightly to the seams of his trousers, his body almost bending to a 90-degree angle.

The overcoat he was holding was originally prepared for Yang Ping, but as Yang Ping’s clothing seemed sufficient, he had no choice but to hold it the whole time.

"No need to be so polite, just relax a bit."

Yang Ping was quite frank. Takahashi could be considered a good friend, there was no need for formality.

"You must be hungry. We’re heading back to Tokyo immediately. The meal has already been arranged."

The meal on the plane was rather unsatisfactory and low in energy. They definitely needed a late-night meal.

"Let me introduce you to the interpreter I hired, Teacher Tang Shun," introduced Takahashi.

"A Ph.D. candidate in molecular biology at Tokyo University, my name is Tang Shun. You can just call me Xiao Tang!" Xiao Tang reached out his hand.

Around the same age as Yang Ping, he was quite vibrant, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

Under Takahashi’s lead, Yang Ping, Su Nanchen, and Old Cheng boarded a business vehicle and rushed from Narita Airport to a restaurant in Tokyo’s Edogawa Ward.

Edogawa Ward, a suburb of Tokyo, neighbors the Chiba Prefecture.

Along the way, one could see the occasional villa scattered about. The restaurant was quite secluded, located in a traditional Japanese house.

The front was adorned with lanterns, each one bearing the words "Yoshihoko Residence".

The wooden plaque on the gate displayed "Yoshihoko Residence". All the characters were in traditional Chinese script, without any hiragana.

Behind the villa was a large pond, presumably the "lake," and a wooden walkway led to a pavilion in the center of the pond.

According to Takahashi, this restaurant was akin to a private kitchen in China, not open to the public, only accepting reservations from members.

A woman around fifty, dressed in a kimono, bowed in greeting near the entrance, smiling as she led them into the hall.

Takahashi introduced her, revealing that she was the wife of the owner of the restaurant, Mr. Natsume.

The air-conditioning inside was set to heat. As soon as Yang Ping entered, he felt much warmer.

There was no central heating available in Tokyo. To endure the winter here, they relied on air-conditioning or in some cases, oil heaters and kotatsus.

On his first visit to Japan, Yang Ping felt that the atmosphere seemed quite constrained and petty-bourgeois.

The owner of the restaurant came from a family of chefs. Starting from the end of the Edo period, their culinary skills have been passed down from generation to generation, constantly improved, and have been passed down to this day.

Their specialty, sea bream sashimi, was a Tokyo specialty. Many politicians and business people would visit here for a private taste.

Thus, this rather unremarkable country restaurant only accepted reservations from patrons of a certain status.

In the dining hall, two beautiful women in their thirties attired in kimonos greeted the guests to their seats, most likely the waitresses.

Hearing that Yang Ping was an excellent surgeon and Takahashi’s teacher, the restaurant owner readily agreed to make a reservation.

In Japan, teachers and doctors were the most respected professions.

"Dr. Yang has traveled all the way from China to heal people. It is a great act of benevolence," said the innkeeper very appropriately.

Having spent a considerable amount of time studying in the system space, Yang Ping’s Japanese was not too shabby and he could understand completely. He simply preferred speaking in Chinese.

Takahashi had never seen Yang Ping speak Japanese before, so assuming Yang Ping couldn’t understand, he translated for him.

"Being called a saint is far too much. We are only doing our duty," Yang Ping said modestly.

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