Surgery Godfather
Chapter 770 - 688 Study Hard, and Make Steady Progress Everyday

Chapter 770: Chapter 688 Study Hard, and Make Steady Progress Everyday

"Doctor Tang ---"

Ivan wanted to discuss the authorization to use the skin expansion technology, but Tang Shun interrupted him: "Mr. Ivan, you should first understand this technology."

Value, only when value is fully exposed, can price be more easily accepted.

Tang Shun was a scholar, but he was not a typical scholar. His entire academic career was financially independent, and he even saved several million.

He was a highly-educated talent whose intellectual, emotional, and financial intelligence were all up to par.

At this moment, he needed to judge again whether this person who had suddenly barged into the laboratory was the legendary Ivan. Of course, he didn’t know anything about Ivan, but Professor Yang did, as did August and Robert.

The world is vast, yet sometimes also very small, and circles are always limited in size.

If this person really had ample funds, Tang Shun felt that there was plenty of room for maneuvering, so he was not in a hurry, he could take his time.

The bigger the fish, the more patience it required, and once hooked, it needed to be reeled in slowly.

"I suggest Dr. Ivan stay and delve into this technology. It will bring you a lot of surprises."

Tang Shun now had no doubt about Yang Ping’s words, and he had no doubt that what was written on Yang Ping’s A4 paper could be achieved.

Ivan felt that Dr. Tang’s words made sense, and he himself was perhaps too anxious.

So the two of them shifted their discussion to the skin expansion technology itself. As a top international professor and doctor, Tang Shun’s professionalism in stem cell research was world-class, which further enhanced Ivan’s confidence in this technology.

The two chatted for a full hour in the lab discussing technical issues.

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When it came to plastic surgery, Yang Ping honestly had no interest as his practice was all about healing and saving lives.

To achieve an ideal result in plastic surgery, in addition to surgical skills, a deep aesthetic sense was also needed. Complex procedures were by no means as simple as double eyelid surgery or breast augmentation.

For example, with facial reconstruction for burn victims, a master-level doctor like Ivan can make the result indistinguishable from reality, almost unrecognizable as once burned.

Ordinary plastic surgeons, at best, could only make their patients look slightly less unattractive.

This was about skill level!

Although Yang Ping had a foundation in painting, it was medical painting, realistic painting.

If it weren’t for testing the skin expansion technology, he was reluctant to perform plastic surgeries.

Yang Ping was operating with Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang.

"Is this man --- really --- Ivan?" Xu Zhiliang was the first to speak.

"Yes, he is Ivan. I’ve seen him before." August was very certain.

Due to the connection with Manstein, August had once dined with Ivan. Although they hadn’t met many times, having once met, he wouldn’t forget.

Robert shrugged: "Wasn’t the professor vexed about operations in plastic surgery? Isn’t he coveting our skin expansion technology? Let him have a go, assist Teacher Sun’s surgery, and everything will be verified."

"Letting him --- assist --- the surgery, the medical license --- wouldn’t be easy to resolve," Xu Zhiliang worried.

"He has never needed any medical license. All his surgeries worldwide were strictly speaking, unlicensed. He is royalty among Middle Eastern billionaires, riding donkeys into the mountains of Afghanistan, performing surgeries on medical ships, never in need of a practicing medical license," August responded.

"This can be easily managed. Either let Director Chi from the Burn Department or Director Lan of the Plastic Surgery Department accompany him on stage." Song Zimo thought this was not a problem.

"Can he --- agree --- to free surgery?" Xu Zhiliang was always concerned about practical issues.

"Rest assured, with the professor’s charm, he would willingly humble himself," Robert replied.

Humble himself? The entire room chuckled, nearly spewing their breakfasts.

"You don’t quote classical poems when you speak now?" Song Zimo asked with a smile.

"To be appreciated by both the refined and the vulgar, to be appreciated by both the refined and the vulgar!" Robert was absolutely confident in his Chinese.

When it came to proficiency in Chinese, among the international scholars who had been to Sanbo Hospital, Robert and Takahashi were top-tier. Takahashi had solidly learned Chinese to a high level of proficiency while Robert had even started improvising.

He had memorized all kinds of Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan songs, idioms, slang, and riddles.

The key was that he dared to speak and use them!

"Do you know what ’humble oneself’ means?" Song Zimo asked Robert back.

Robert proudly said, "Of course I do. In China, when a man marries a woman, it’s called humbling oneself. I use this term to describe our Professor’s charm."

"Impressive!" Song Zimo had to admit.

"Let’s do it this way, let Ivan perform the surgery. I guess he must also have this in mind. Teacher Sun is still in the lab, Ivan should know by now that the skin sample is from Teacher Sun and it will be used for Teacher Sun’s surgery in the future." Song Zimo made a decision on the matter. Such things should not bother the professor.

"Professor---let Tang Shun---communicate with him, Tang Shun won’t ask for a lion’s share right off the bat, will he?" Xu Zhiliang thought of another thing.

Everyone saw Tang Shun as particularly crafty, unlike a typical scholar, with a keen sense of financial gain.

Song Zimo smiled easily: "A man who can handle eighteen girlfriends at the same time, you doubt his communication skills? You doubt his emotional intelligence? Ivan would be like a fish on the chopping block in his hands."

Everyone fell silent.

Liang Fatty, sitting cross-legged, felt his heart bleeding.

Eighteen, they supposedly all got along well and many clamored to come to China and have his child.

Eighteen!

And he hadn’t even managed to keep one.

"Sigh!"

Doctor Fatty heaved a grief-stricken sigh.

He had been pursuing a flight attendant for a long time and despite exhausting all his skills, he was still shunned. Several months had passed and he was still unable to move on from his heartbreak.

Hearing this sigh, everyone just shook their heads, unable to offer any help.

Once Yang Ping completed the critical steps of the surgery, he handed over the task of closing the incision to Song Zimo, and turned to Liang Fatty, saying:

"Fatty, starting tomorrow, you’ll be transferred to the lab to become Tang Shun’s assistant."

Fatty was jolted awake from his misery: "To the lab? I’m an anesthesiologist---"

"Yes, that’s correct, to the lab, to complete a brand new research project with Tang Shun."

"For how long?"

"That depends on your performance."

Fatty was puzzled as to what mistake he had committed to be sent off by the Professor to do odd jobs in the lab for that guy.

"Professor, is this---"

"Pack up your things, report there tomorrow. Quit making excuses, after three months with Tang Shun, you are going to experience an emotional spring." Song Zimo cut off Fatty mid-sentence.

Fatty scratched his head but still couldn’t figure out what mistake he had made that warranted Professor kicking him to the laboratory.

Smoking in the bathroom was a long-standing habit, the cleaning lady had mentioned it a few times, but it was always just talk.

Also, he had recently given a few counterfeit Zhonghua cigarettes to Director Zhao of the Medical Services Department, surely no one had caught on to that?

Even if they had, it wouldn’t have triggered a job transfer.

There hadn’t been any mistakes in his work recently.

What was going on?

Was it because he was sitting cross-legged incorrectly? But he’d always sat like that.

Liang Fatty thought about it from every angle, but couldn’t figure out why he was being "exiled".

A clinical anesthesiologist being sent to do odd jobs in a lab, what was that about? And why was this happening all of a sudden, without any warning signs?

After the surgery was over.

Fatty had no choice but to seek out Song Zimo in the changing room: "Young Master Song, what on earth is going on, can you please enlighten me?"

As Song Zimo changed his clothes, he asked, "Do you want a pretty, virtuous, and intelligent wife in the future?"

"Of course!"

Liang Fatty answered decisively.

"That settles it then, pack up your things, report to the lab tomorrow. Tang Shun is in need of a personal assistant, your job is simple, just help him brew tea, wipe tables, and chat with him when he’s free."

"I’m supposed to help that kid make tea?" Fatty grew more upset the more he thought about it.

Song Zimo, having changed his clothes, walked away without giving Liang Fatty another glance.

"Little Five?"

"Teacher Zhang?"

Fatty had no choice but to seek help from Little Five and Zhang Lin.

The two shook their heads and gave his shoulder a pat: "Study hard, keep making progress."