Surgery Godfather
Chapter 784 - 702

Chapter 784: Chapter 702

Skin is of crucial importance to plastic surgery.

Consider for a moment, in the future, being able to transplant the skin from any part of the body in whole pieces, and being able to shape it as desired, even in a three-dimensional shape. This kind of freestyle skin grafting could easily solve some very complex problems.

Dr. Ivan was extremely excited, a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. The last time he felt this way was when he was learning some unprecedented techniques with his mentor.

His mentor, from the former Soviet Union, was a pioneer in plastic surgery and had participated in many audacious and magical experiments, such as face transplant surgery, including heterologous whole-face transplants and autologous facial reshaping. He even performed targeted facial shaping, which entailed altering someone’s appearance to resemble a certain individual.

At that time, Ivan was extremely excited, feeling as if a new world had opened before his eyes.

Now Ivan had these wonderful feelings again. He envisaged the entire laboratory being full of skin sheets cultivated through in vitro proliferation technology—mask-like, glove-like, sock-like, in all manners of shapes, everything that should be available. Just like selling clothes in a clothing store, each skin sheet was fitted on a shape mold, ready to be used in surgery whenever needed.

"Professor Yang, you are a world changer. It is a great honor to know you. If you had any interest in plastic surgery, I’m afraid no one could outperform you." Ivan couldn’t help but sigh.

Yang Ping shook his head: "I have absolutely no interest in plastic surgery, even the slightest, as I lack artistic cells. I don’t really know how to sculpt gorgeous faces and bodies."

"That’s okay. Your energy should be devoted to more crucial fields. You should concentrate on lifesaving and injury healing. Cosmetic plastic surgery is not a necessity for people, it’s just a pursuit of higher quality of life. But even though it’s not necessary or obligatory, I still love it. You could even say I have an almost obsessive interest. Since childhood, I’ve enjoyed pursuing beauty and creating it with my hands." Ivan spoke with a kind of sentimentality.

With regard to the nearly obsessive interest, Yang Ping agreed. Without such extraordinary drive, it would be difficult to stay committed for long.

"But you really don’t intend to participate in that Italian girl’s surgery?" Ivan thought it was necessary to ask at this point.

Yang Ping shook his head: "As I said, I have no interest in plastic surgery, let alone any interest in Langnaife organization. As you said, plastic surgeries are not necessary or obligatory. So I’m not interested in surgeries which are not a necessity."

"You only wish to save lives and treat injuries?" Ivan finally got it.

Yang Ping confirmed it implicitly.

"I always thought you might have misunderstood something about Langnaife or the identity of the Italian girl." Ivan had always thought so.

Yang Ping smiled slightly: "That is part of the reason, but not the main one. I’m just a doctor, I have no interest whatsoever in these messy organizations."

Apparently, Yang Ping was sincerely uninterested. Ivan didn’t feel it was appropriate to continue the conversation, so he changed the subject: "Regarding the art of papercutting you spoke of, could you teach me when you have time? I really want to know how this art form can allow you to precisely shape facial skin in one go."

"I can teach you, but I didn’t say the art was magical. If it is magical, it is only in my case." Yang Ping had only casually used it as a shield at the time.

Meanwhile, while Yang Ping and Ivan were chatting, things started to get noisy on the other end.

"Fatty, what do you think this poem means?" Robert kept on pestering.

Fatty, swaying his head: "I recently follow the master. I’ve absorbed some knowledge and had some understanding. The relationship between men and women is a profound subject. Since it is a learning matter, it needs to be cultivated in a standardized way. I’m telling you, although I have not yet graduated, but I promise that once I’ve graduated, all of you will be my juniors. Look, these are my study notes."

Fatty opened his drawer, revealing a thick notebook. He really did take notes.

August grabbed the notebook and handed it to Song Zimo. Song Zimo opened it: "The Girl Savvy Handbook!"

This was simply mind-boggling, there was even a handbook for this.

"Don’t just flip through it, it’s private, personal privacy, can you respect privacy?" Liang Fatty tried to get his handbook, but Song Zimo had already begun reading it aloud.

Song Zimo originally wanted to read it aloud, but seeing Yang Ping, Ivan, and Tang Shun coming over, he gave it up.

"Study hard and make progress every day, and aim to graduate with excellent results." Song Zimo returned the book to Liang Fatty and patted his shoulder.

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In the ward, Teacher Sun was lying in bed.

The air bed was very comfortable. Some students were helping him turn over, some were feeding him juice through a straw, and others were chatting with him about current affairs.

Since Teacher Sun could urinate by himself in bed, the catheter had also been removed. As much as possible, it’s better to remove such things, otherwise it could easily cause urinary tract infections.

Boss Liao, the boss who sponsored Teacher Sun’s surgery, was also in the ward. He spoke Standard Chinese with a local accent: "Old Sun, you’re in luck. I heard that this Russian guy is no ordinary character, he’s one of the world’s top plastic surgery experts. His appearance fee alone can cost millions of US dollars, and he’s in such demand that despite having the money, one might not necessarily be able to schedule him."

"Why would this Ivan agree to operate on Teacher Sun for free?" A student asked.

Boss Liao, who knew the inside story, replied: "He did it out of respect for Professor Yang. Although Professor Yang is young, he is a genius. I didn’t know this before, but recently I did some inquiries around and realized how astounding he is. Those two foreigners beside him, do you know who they are?"

"The blonde and the red-nosed one?" A student asked.

Boss Liao said mysteriously: "Those two, one is a German and the other an American, are both big shots in European and American surgery, and they both came here for further study."

"Further study?"

The university students among Teacher Sun’s apprentices immediately became curious.

They had never heard of experts from Europe and America coming to China to study medicine or engineering. If they were here for further study, it should be for Chinese medicine.

"They must be foreign experts, right?" A student didn’t believe it.

Seeing the students’ curious eyes, Boss Liao spoke with satisfaction: "Experts? Who dares call themselves experts here? Mere bricklayers, more like. Have you ever seen any experts who help move patients around daily? Haven’t you seen the blond and the red-nosed one helping to move patients around every day, sweating profusely?"

It seemed that way indeed. The students recalled that every time they did rounds, the two foreigners were extremely respectful, which had led them to believe that the foreign experts were unpretentious and low-key.

"Although Professor Yang is young, he is a deputy chief physician, and I heard he is about to be promoted to chief physician out of turn. I heard from my friends in the medical field that he might soon become a doctoral supervisor. Can you imagine how awkward it would be if the doctoral students he enrolls turn out to be his former classmates?" Boss Liao spoke as if he were telling a story.

"I heard that Professor Yang has won awards for his surgery. There is an award in the medical field, what was it—yes, the Dragon Slayer Award! Professor Yang won the gold one. He beat a bunch of top-notch experts from top-notch hospitals and successfully seized the gold award." Boss Liao said, though he didn’t know where he got the information.

The students expressed their doubts: "I don’t think the awards in the medical field would be named something like the Dragon Slayer Award. They wouldn’t choose such a domineering name, would they?"