Surgery Godfather
Chapter 768 - 686 The Second Technical Route

Chapter 768: Chapter 686 The Second Technical Route

Ivan left a few bodyguards outside and entered Sanbo Hospital himself with his assistant Pavel.

In Ivan’s mind, Sanbo was not a common hospital, it housed some of the world’s top surgeons, so, for him, Sanbo Hospital had a sense of mystery.

Ivan’s team had confirmed numerous times that Professor Yang would perform surgery at the Comprehensive Surgery Department in Sanbo Hospital today, so Ivan decided to try his luck.

Even if he couldn’t meet him today, Ivan didn’t rush, he could wait, he had adequate time to wait.

For the plastic surgery he was about to take on, concerning bone reshaping, apart from Professor Yang, Ivan couldn’t think of a second more appropriate choice.

Of course, if he lowered the quality of the operation, choices would naturally increase, but Ivan was obsessed with surgery, he absolutely didn’t want to reduce the quality of the operation.

As an ordinary visitor, Ivan arrived at the first floor lobby of the Comprehensive Surgery Department. Dressed in a fashionable floral shirt and sporting a white-grizzled Russian-style goatee, he attracted attention.

"Sir! May I ask who you are looking for?"

The lobby security walked over and asked nonchalantly.

For the security staff of the Comprehensive Surgery Department, seeing foreigners was nothing new. In the ward, two stalwart foreigners were helping patients every day. The security had a slight suspicion that there might be some new additions to the international team.

Ivan’s assistant quickly said in Chinese, "We’re looking for Professor Yang? Could you help us get in touch, we came from out of town, specifically to seek treatment from Professor Yang."

Coming in from a foreign country was indeed from out of town, the security guard closely examined the two of them, they had clear spirits, they didn’t look like patients.

"Do you have an appointment?" the security guard asked.

Pavel immediately explained, "We don’t know Professor Yang, we just came to seek treatment upon hearing about his reputation. Could you tell us how we can meet Professor Yang? Just mention a Russian from New Zealand named Ivan."

The security guard thought about it and decided that since he was a patient, he can definitely help by getting in touch. Professor Yang has always valued his patients greatly, he walked over to the front desk to call the duty doctor of the Comprehensive Surgery Department, asking the duty doctor to inform Professor Yang that a patient was looking for him - a Russian named Ivan from New Zealand.

After making the call, the security guard asked Ivan and his assistant to wait in the lobby. The security guard was only responsible for making phone contact. Whether or not Professor Yang had the time to meet for diagnosis, it was ultimately up to Professor Yang.

Ivan was a bit excited, he had only known Yang Ping through his papers before, today he might have the chance to meet him in person.

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Yang Ping was still in the stem cell lab, visiting the skin graft with everyone else.

The Comprehensive Surgery Department duty doctor called and mentioned that a Russian patient was looking for Professor Yang.

Yang Ping thought about it, he didn’t recall scheduling any appointments with a Russian patient.

There were often such patients, they would just show up without an appointment, then deceive the duty doctor or nurse saying they had made an appointment with a certain professor hoping to get notified.

"He said, he is a Russian from New Zealand - Ivan." the duty doctor added.

Ivan?

A Russian from New Zealand.

Yang Ping said out loud, he had no memory of such a person.

Robert furrowed his eyebrows, a Russian named Ivan from New Zealand. This was the name commonly used by the world-renowned plastic surgery master Dr. Ivan.

Could it be that plastic surgery master? Has he come to China?

Had Professor Yang refused their invitation, so Ivan had personally come to China to invite Yang, this didn’t fit Ivan’s style.

"Professor? This person might be Dr. Ivan, the master of plastic surgery!" Robert wasn’t entirely sure.

After all, for someone like Ivan to suddenly show up here, it was utterly incredulous.

At last, Yang Ping remembered, Ivan! The Ivan from popular novels? The world’s greatest master of plastic surgery, Ivan?

"Bring him to the lab." Yang ordered the on-duty doctor.

No matter if he was the same Ivan or not, now that he had come to see him, he would meet and find out. He had the time anyway.

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"I’ll go up myself."

Ivan stood at the elevator entrance, led by a standardized training student.

But soon Ivan changed his mind, because he saw the Chinese signage at the elevator entrance and immediately headached:

"Pavel, you better come up with me."

Under the guidance of the standardized training student, they rode the elevator to the Stem Cell Laboratory.

"Professor Yang!"

The standardized training student respectfully said.

"This is the Russian patient who wants to see you."

Everyone stopped discussing the skin graft and turned their heads toward the door. The man with the Russian-style goatee was standing at the door, bowing slightly with a smile, "Esteemed Professor Yang!"

Of course, he spoke in Russian, requiring the assistance of a translator to convert it to Chinese.

Seeing the Russian man, most people immediately envisioned an Italian fashion master in their minds.

"Ivan from Russia, living in New Zealand, is pleased to meet Professor Yang," he had said.

As a specialist in plastic surgery, his understanding of temperament surpassed that of ordinary people. Ivan instantly recognizes Professor Yang among the crowd. Temperament is a feature that one cannot disguise.

Confident, proud, and composed!

These characteristics radiated from him. Apart from Professor Yang, Ivan couldn’t think of anyone else who possessed them.

Professor Ivan had no doubt about his judgment and extended his hand towards Yang Ping.

"It’s wonderful finally to meet you in person, Professor Yang, I’m tremendously excited," he said.

Before this, Ivan had only known Yang Ping through his papers.

He was surprised by how approachable Yang Ping seemed, and how easily he had managed to meet him.

"Dr. Ivan?" Yang Ping asked.

"Yes, I am Ivan, a plastic surgeon. Please forgive me for pretending to be a patient to meet you!" Ivan apologized.

At this point, everyone immediately thought of a preaching pastor upon hearing Ivan’s speech rate and tonality.

He is Dr. Ivan, a master of plastic surgery. Robert had met Ivan before and was almost certain at this point, especially due to Ivan’s unique way of speaking.

"He’s the Russian plastic surgeon, Ivan," Robert quietly said in Chinese to Professor Yang.

He did not want a stranger to get close to Professor Yang’s experimental results just by a few words.

August had met this master plastic surgeon in Germany and also confirmed Robert’s judgment.

"We were just reviewing our experimental results. Dr. Ivan, would you please help us verify the quality of this skin patch? This is skin cultivated using our in vitro skin expansion technology," Professor Yang said, keeping it brief.

Ivan hadn’t expected the first meeting to be that straightforward, which took him by surprise.

Perhaps out of professional instinct, his gaze quickly fell on the skin patch, then he squinted slightly, "Professor Yang, may I really take a look at it?"

August and Robert gave up their positions, the crowd enlarged a bit, and Ivan walked slowly towards the skin patch, his eyes sparkling with delight.

He didn’t even wear gloves, he simply used his fingers to gently pinch the corner of the skin patch, feeling it carefully.

After a long pause, the corners of Ivan’s mouth quivered a few times.

This was the goal he had been pursuing for years but couldn’t achieve. The quality of this skin patch was superior to the one he had cultivated. It could be a material for facial plastic surgery, with the post-operative effect being almost indistinguishable from normal facial skin.

"Is this the skin patch cultivated using your in vitro expansion technology? Has it developed on top of Professor Mainshtan’s achievements?"

Ivan believed that all the skin in vitro expansion technologies in the world should come from Professor Mainshtan’s technology.

"No, this is our formula, Professor Yang’s formula, it has nothing to do with Professor Mainshtan’s technology," said Tang Shun, chief of the laboratory, to this unfamiliar foreigner.

A formula that is not from Professor Mainshtan? Is there a second technical route in this world? Ivan had never heard of a second route.

He looked down again, gazing at the skin patch in his hand, as if he had finally found the treasure he had been hunting for.

"The thickness, elasticity, and color of the skin are impeccable. How does it resist UV rays?" Ivan asked, looking concerned.

"Judging from the micro-structure of the skin, its resistance should be excellent, but we haven’t had time for an experiment yet. We’ll start it soon," Tang Shun explained.

As the director of the stem cell lab, he quickly got into his role. At this time and in this situation, he should be the one explaining, not letting Professor Yang explain.

"I’ve never heard there’s another technical route in the world!" Ivan was unsure.

Tang Shun replied with a smile: "Neither have I!"

Ivan reluctantly put down the skin patch, then carefully smoothed it. Creating a new technical path is not easy.

But the quality of the skin patch here now, relying on Professor Mainshtan’s formula, definitely couldn’t achieve this.

Others in the lab had no idea about Ivan’s identity. They could only watch the bustling scene as an overseas visit to Professor Yang wasn’t anything unusual.

Some standardized training students were even thrilled, wondering whether another international friend was joining the team of the Comprehensive Surgery Department for further study. That would mean they’d have one more helping hand in their day-to-day work.

Now, August and Robert were working very hard, bearing any burden without complaint and setting a good example for trainees.

Therefore, these graduate students, and trainees too believed that as long as someone is a foreigner, he would definitely work hard and even outperform the others.

"Incredible!" said Ivan, feeling a little dazed.

He picked up a corner of the skin patch again, very carefully, observing closely, "Is the distribution and growth of hair follicles controllable?"

Because Ivan noticed that the distribution and development of these hair follicles were not naturally formed, but were controlled.