Surgery Godfather
Chapter 739 - 658: What a Coincidence!

Chapter 739: Chapter 658: What a Coincidence!

No matter from which angle Chene asked his questions, they were all easily dispelled by Yang Ping.

In front of Yang Ping, Chene was completely outmatched.

This knowledgeable American professor found that the Chinese professor on the stage was like an alien being, he knew everything about spinal tumors, no matter what was mentioned. It seemed that he had read all the books and papers, and performed countless surgeries for spinal tumors. Standing on the podium of the academic conference, he was undefeatable. There was no choice but to concede.

While the pragmatic Americans are proud, under the guidance of utilitarianism, they also have a good quality: willing to concede defeat when defeated and bow their heads in time.

"I have nothing to say now, I just look forward to seeing Professor Yang’s paper soon."

Chene was dripping sweat and had lost his desire to ask any more questions.

"Please be patient, we will submit the paper at the earliest possible speed."

Yang Ping moved away from Chene and back to the center of the podium.

Thus, the debate between Yang Ping and Chene ended with Chene’s surrender. The remaining time was left for everyone to have a free discussion. Yang Ping needed a rest as well. He returned to his seat and sipped some water.

If one of his own had any questions, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

This Sino-US debate significantly boosted the confidence of all the doctors present, especially the younger ones.

Content with lunch, Yang Ping and Chene debated, followed by a free exchange among everyone. It was once again time for supper.

Many fast-food items had already been ordered for dinner and it’s too late to cancel them. Wasting is not an option. After all, everyone is a doctor, who wouldn’t mind having an extra fast-food meal.

They had fast-food in the meeting room in the evening again. Neither Professor Liang nor Professor Lu went home for dinner. They joined everyone for dinner in the meeting room.

During dinner, doctors who found seats were unmoving. Those who didn’t sat or squatted, finishing their meals however they considered most comfortable.

Professor Lu, with his head down eating fervently, noticed Professor Liang leave for a while, not sure whether he went to the bathroom or called his wife.

As soon as he noticed Professor Liang’s absence, he immediately put down his sticks and said:

"Professor Yang, if you encounter any difficulties here at Xiehe, please feel free to tell me. Our medical office is here to provide logistical support to you doctors, and to solve problems."

"Are you used to living in the guest house? The conditions are a bit poor, but it’s inside the hospital, convenient, and safe."

"Are the ten beds I assigned you enough? If not, I will apply for more for you."

"Is the team satisfactory? If not, please voice your concerns, don’t be polite. If there is anyone in the team who is disobedient or resists work arrangements, please inform me directly and I’ll deal with it."

With this tone, anyone uninformed would think those ten beds were secured by Professor Lu, with no involvement of Professor Liang.

"The allocation of beds at Xiehe is extremely tense. Sometimes it’s wishful thinking for a group leader to add one more bed. So, for your ten beds, I really struggled. Fortunately, the higher-ups are also understanding."

"Special talents deserve special treatment!"

"If you have any needs in work and life, please tell me directly. Professor Liang is old, let’s not worry him with these matters."

Professor Liang called his wife in the hallway outside, telling her he had eaten at the conference dinner and would not be coming home for dinner.

After the call, Professor Liang returned to the meeting room. As soon as Professor Lu Donglai saw Professor Liang was back, he stopped chatting with Yang Ping and continued eating.

After the meal, Chene came over and exchanged contact information with Yang Ping. By contact information, he meant email addresses. People in Europe and America liked this form of contact.

He then invited Yang Ping to give a lecture at the Minnesota Twin City Spinal Surgery Center in the United States.

"This is our official invitation to you to give a lecture, not to exchange ideas, but to lecture!"

Chene repeatedly emphasized that it was for a lecture, not an exchange, fearing that Yang Ping might refuse.

"We can coordinate via email when free." Yang Ping didn’t decline, nor did he accept.

After dinner, everyone chatted for a bit longer before the meeting was dismissed. Director Hu arranged for a special car to take the American team to the airport.

---

Yang Ping’s accommodation was arranged at the guesthouse inside Peking Union Medical College Hospital, on the sixth floor of the East Campus Building. Director Hu specifically assigned him a permanent room, with the cost covered by the hospital.

Dinner was early, and Yang Ping had come primarily to scout, without any specific work tasks. Jing Yunsong’s surgery was just a coincidence.

After the conference, Song Yun held a feast. He led a group of young doctors, dozens of Ph.D. holders, all young elites among the doctors, all of whom had graduated from Peking Union Medical College after an 8-year program.

Having already eaten dinner, Da Dong seemed inappropriate for another meal.

So Song Yun took Yang Ping and everyone for a walk around Peking Union Medical College, then to Wangfujing for a late-night snack. Neither Professor Liang nor Director Hu attended, it was an event for the young people.

These young people now idolize Yang Ping, particularly Song Yun, who became a die-hard fan of Yang Ping.

Everyone sat around the late-night snack table.

"We’re a bit casual tonight. During your time at Xiehe, we will take turns inviting you for meals. We’ll start with Wangfujing, and first from Da Dong in Wangfujing. How about that? Tomorrow we will treat you to Da Dong." Song Yun proposed to take turns paying for the meals on behalf of everyone.

No one disagreed and they all spoke out in agreement, even competing to pay themselves.

Actually, the young doctors at Peking Union Medical College work hard and aren’t highly paid. Compared to some wealthier district hospitals, their income is significantly lower.

Among the lot, Song Yun, who had already been promoted to associate professor, was slightly better off. But even that income, in Beijing, didn’t account for much.

So these doctors, especially those just graduated, were under some financial pressure inviting Yang Ping on a rotation basis, but they were willing.

"Don’t bother!" Yang Ping knew everyone was trying to show respect to him.

"No, no, no. Are you afraid we don’t have the money? We can afford a meal. Just listen to Song Yun, you just need to eat." Kong Weiquan was displeased hearing Yang Ping decline so politely.

"Exactly, exactly, as we decided, while you are in Beijing, you listen to our arrangements." The other Ph.D. holders chimed in.

"Professor Yang—?"

A pleasant voice of a young girl came from not far away.

Yang Ping immediately turned his head to see a tall beauty waving at him.

"Qiu Ruo? What are you doing here?" Song Yun instantly recognized the beauty as Qiu Ruo.

"We’re here for a late-night snack!" Qiu Ruo was quite surprised by the chance encounter.

"This is Qiu Ruo, a nurse from our operating room. She assisted in today’s surgery." Song Yun immediately introduced her.

"Oh! Qiu Ruo, hello."

Because everyone was wearing masks during the operation, Yang Ping hadn’t paid attention to what Qiu Ruo looked like, and it was also their first collaboration. He wouldn’t be able to recognize her if they bumped into each other on the street.

"What a coincidence? You guys are here too?" Qiu Ruo was quite taken aback.

Seeing a colleague, especially one as beautiful a nurse as Qiu Ruo, Song Yun had to invite her to join their late-night snack: "What are you waiting for? Have you ordered? Come join us."

"Well, we won’t be client then."