Surgery Godfather
Chapter 771 - 689: The True God-Level Man

Chapter 771: Chapter 689: The True God-Level Man

Dr. Ivan returned to his hotel.

"Doctor, these guys are too arrogant, they didn’t take us seriously at all."

As soon as he sat down, his assistant Pavel expressed discontent, releasing the emotions he had bottled up in an attempt to defend Dr. Ivan’s honor.

An unknown hospital, a young doctor, acted as if meeting Ivan was like meeting an ordinary person, not setting aside any dedicated time for Ivan.

It should be known that wherever Ivan goes, he receives grand receptions; he is a god in the realm of plastic surgery.

Countless wealthy and influential figures seek Ivan’s favor, hoping to be treated under his skilled hands.

Ivan waved his hand dismissively: "Don’t worry about those trivialities. We were able to meet Professor Yang without an appointment, had a short talk, and he hurried off. That in itself is an ordinary event. In Professor Yang’s eyes, I am just an ordinary doctor, not the renowned Dr. Ivan. You should understand your identity, Pavel. I have decided to stay in China for a while, postponing other matters."

"You’re going to stay a while?" Pavel truly didn’t understand Dr. Ivan’s intentions. They were snubbed today, yet he still wanted to stay.

Ivan smiled calmly: "Not only am I going to stay, I will stay for an extended period. I wish to have a thorough exchange with Professor Yang. His new technique is just too brilliant. You don’t understand the value of this technology."

In the past, he only knew Yang Ping through papers. Now, he was meeting him in person for the first time.

After meeting in person, the feeling became even stronger. Yang Ping’s thinking was above his own.

Pavel poured red wine into the tall glass on the coffee table. Ivan picked up the glass and took a gentle sip:

"Pavel, you are young, you still lack the insight to see the complete picture. This Professor Yang is a god, a god-like figure."

Pavel is Ivan’s assistant, also his student, and once a student of Xie Dongnov Medical University, hence there are few reservations when they talk.

"But, Doctor, how can there be a surgeon more skilled than you?" Pavel’s voice took on an edge of incredulity, showing his disbelief.

In his heart, Ivan was godlike, and nobody could surpass him.

"It’s a fact. Although I haven’t seen him performing surgery yet, our interactions so far have only lasted about ten minutes. However, my intuition tells me his demeanor exudes an aura of divinity, a true deity’s aura. I am merely a mortal who is respected as a deity, whereas his aura is truly divine. I have never met anyone like him." Ivan was still reminiscing over the short, uneventful meeting, but it was unforgettable.

Decades of professional studies on human appearance and temperament allow Ivan to perceive a person’s inner quality better than anybody else.

"Pavel, let go of your emotions, I am just a regular person who has been idolized. Today, you saw this man with me, he is the real godlike figure. Now, I have the opportunity to be friends with a godlike figure, do you think I would let this opportunity slip away?"

"Among the people you saw today, there were two European faces, one of them was a friend of Professor Mainshtan, the leading figure in European spine surgery, Mr. August."

Ivan lowered his wine glass and spoke leisurely.

Pavel was taken aback: "But you didn’t greet him?"

August, even if not a spinal specialist, Pavel knew this big name.

"No, one should not greet in such circumstance. At that moment, August appeared more like a student than a top scholar. In front of a godlike figure, any brilliance would pale into insignificance. August was no longer the leader, and I was no longer the omnipotent Ivan, do you understand now?"

"If you carefully read his papers, each of them is groundbreaking."

Dr. Ivan spoke excitedly; the so-called "snubbing" didn’t bother him at all. He was glad he met Yang Ping so smoothly.

Pavel nodded, still not quite understanding. But since his teacher thought so, it must be right. He just couldn’t understand why Dr. Ivan regarded this ordinary young doctor, who was easy to schedule a meeting with, as a godlike figure.

His teacher Dr. Ivan couldn’t be met casually, even some celebrities might not necessarily be able to meet Ivan.

Seeing Pavel’s reluctant expression, Dr. Ivan shook his head in a bit of disappointment: "Young man, you still have much to learn. I’ve told you, as plastic surgeons, our perception of people must delve into their inner character, touching the deepest part of their qualities. Your performance today was disappointing."

"Doctor?"

Pavel wanted to defend himself.

"Let’s go to Nandu Medical University Affiliated Hospital One in the afternoon." Waving his hand, Ivan changed the topic.

Ivan’s father had always remembered this hospital. In the 1950s, Ivan’s father had briefly provided technical support here.

After lunch, Ivan and Pavel, escorted by bodyguards, arrived at Nandu Affiliated Hospital One.

With his father’s old photo in hand, Ivan found an old building. Only this old building remained in Nandu Affiliated Hospital One.

This red brick old building, preserved as a historical site, now existed as a memorial, while the other buildings had been demolished and replaced by skyscrapers.

"It’s here!"

Professor Ivan stopped in his tracks in front of the red brick building. Groups of young students bustled around. Everything had changed, only this old building remained, the place his father had always yearned for.

In those years, his father, serving as a Soviet expert, was dispatched here and never forgot this hospital.

"According to my father, in that era, the entire hospital was made up of buildings like this one. The Chinese, fervently and passionately, were building their country. And indeed, after a few decades, this hospital, this city, the broad roads, beautiful skyscrapers, and numerous vehicles, they have accomplished it. My father always cared for this place, now he can rest in peace. This place is in good hands." Professor Ivan stood in front of the red brick building.

The assistant listened by his side, being of the younger generation, he had little concept of that historical era.

Ivan remembered the Soviet Union, but for Pavel who was born in Russia, the Soviet Union only existed in the history books.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a patchwork of light on the ground.

Dr. Ivan made a few rounds around the red brick building, fulfilling a long-cherished wish on behalf of his father.

"Let’s go back to the hotel, I need some rest. Tomorrow, I am going to Sanbo Hospital."

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