Surgery Godfather
Chapter 829 - 742: Stay Calm, You Need to Learn to Stay Calm!_2

Chapter 829: Chapter 742: Stay Calm, You Need to Learn to Stay Calm!_2

The retired staff from the big hospitals in the city also contributed to the hype, pushing the scheduled fight between the two to unprecedented levels of excitement.

Zhang Zongshun and Su Butong had held a grudge for quite a while, neither conceding defeat in Tai Chi. During the grand battle in the park, Su Butong suffered several compressed vertebral fractures in his thoracic and lumbar spine, while Zhang Zongshun sustained a fracture between the trochanters of the femur.

Zhang Zongshun underwent surgery, while Su Butong lay in bed for a full month and a half. It was a tie, both sides bearing equal burdens.

However, neither man admitted to a draw. Su Butong claimed that since Zhang Zongshun had undergone surgery, and he had not, only receiving conservative treatment, he was the winner.

But Zhang Zongshun disagreed, arguing that although he had surgery, he was on his feet the next day, even going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes. Su Butong, on the other hand, lay in bed for a month and a half, totally dependent on others for his care, making him the true victor, in his view.

After two years of recovery, they decided to fight once again, this time with a resolve not just to determine the victor but also potentially life and death.

"Professor—Professor—"

August ran down the hallway, calling out.

Everyone in the ward immediately stopped their work, their nerves instantly on edge as the nurse closest to the resuscitation equipment hurriedly rolled out the crash cart and defibrillator.

"Which ward? Which patient?"

The on-duty doctor appeared in the hallway, his lips and surroundings covered in breadcrumbs, his Adam’s apple moving vigorously up and down, clearly swallowing food. His eagle-like eyes swept the corridor, trying to determine which patient needed rescue.

"What’s the situation?"

The on-duty doctor grabbed the nearest nurse and asked, the nurse’s face showing a sudden shock.

Doctors from the office came pouring out, and nurses from various positions also stopped their work instantly, ready for action.

August hadn’t anticipated drawing such a crowd. Standing at the door, Yang Ping asked August, "What’s the situation?"

"Professor, your—paper—has been—published—!"

August was out of breath, struggling to speak as he had just returned from the Trauma ICU, where the Head Nurse had insistently pulled him to train the nurses on how to care for Spinal Surgery patients, leaving him to squeeze time out of his busy schedule to help.

In the midst of the training, he learned that Yang Ping’s paper had been published in Science.

Anxious, August immediately stopped teaching and ran all the way from the Trauma ICU to the Comprehensive Surgery Department—it wasn’t the same building, no wonder he was seriously worn out.

The tense nerves of the people relaxed at once. Damn, who has such poor manners, running and shouting for no reason, nearly gave me a heart attack.

The on-duty doctor, having been scared for nothing, swallowed saliva to moisten his dry throat; he had nearly choked and needed the Heimlich maneuver from his colleague Haim.

The rescue cart and defibrillator that had been rolled out into the hallway were returned to their places as everyone resumed their posts.

"What’s the rush!" Yang Ping scolded sternly.

There was an unwritten rule in the hospital: doctors and nurses must not run or shout unless necessary because doing so implied "rescue."

During a rescue, every second counts, and all colleagues who receive the alert will stop what they’re doing and rush to the scene to provide emergency care as quickly as possible—this is a professional reflex.

Standing alone in front of Yang Ping, August had an innocent look on his face.

"From now on, don’t run in the corridor, don’t shout, stay calm, you need to learn to stay calm," Yang Ping said, softening his tone.

August acknowledged with a nod, took a moment to even out his breathing, and followed Yang Ping to the Director’s office. "Calm, I’m calm, Professor—your paper has been published in the journal Science."

"I know, didn’t you tell me already?" Yang Ping thought it was a big deal.

August explained excitedly, "Yeah, last time Manstein only said they had accepted the paper for publication and mentioned it would be published ahead of schedule, but who knew it would be so fast? It’s been published in this issue, the complimentary copies are already on their way."

It’s not just for top-tier journals like Science, even regular journals require scheduling, which takes several months at the least.

Now, to be published in this current issue—what on earth had happened? Even August couldn’t understand. This was highly irregular; there simply wasn’t enough time for such a prompt publication.

Nature, Science, Cell, the world’s premier journals, do not play such childlike games.

"So soon?" Yang Ping had not received any message either.

"Yes, just that quick. I’ve been trying to contact Manstein, but I haven’t received a reply. He only sent me a message saying it’s been published, then said nothing else. What is this old man playing at, always so unpredictable. Could Baker have had too much to drink?"

August was as excited as a child, as if he, not Yang Ping, was the one who had the paper published.

"I’ve confirmed it; I called my friends at the journal, and they’ve indeed published it," August assured that this was no prank.

"Thank you, that’s great news. Remember, next time don’t run like that, don’t shout—you’ll get yourself beaten up if you keep this up!" Yang Ping instructed.

August nodded his head.

As a doctor, he also understood the consequences of his recent departure from propriety, mainly because he was too excited and threw caution to the wind.

"Have you checked if you’ve received an email from the journal?" August reminded Yang Ping.

Yang Ping opened his computer and accessed his inbox where there really was a new email, sent about 18 hours ago. Opening the email,

he saw it was indeed from the editors of Science, notifying him that his paper had been published. The email included various official electronic documents and stated that printed copies and official documents were already on their way.

The email’s received date was clearly 18 hours prior, but the date signed on the email was a month ago. What was happening? Why was an email from a month ago only sent to me yesterday?

Yang Ping also couldn’t figure out what was going on.

It was like some recruitment exams where the information is only posted online after the exam is over, but the announcement is dated a month earlier. It gives the illusion that the message was sent a month ago, but you just didn’t see it.

But whatever, the paper’s been published, and I can now graduate from my PhD program earlier.

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This explosive news spread through the Hospital like an informational atom bomb.

The whole Hospital was abuzz—it was Science, genuine Science. For a clinical doctor to publish a serious paper in Science was an extremely difficult task, extremely so.

When the news reached the hospital leadership, Director Zhou from the Department of Science and Education confirmed the news’s authenticity and then immediately formally reported it to Dean Xia.

Dean Xia began to pace around his office desk, thinking about the celebration.

This was a big event that called for grand recognition!

Once the printed documents arrived, immediate action would be taken.

Hastily making banners might seem outdated, but Dean Xia thought it was the most splendid way to express the achievement.

One giant banner for each of the two buildings.

Furthermore, the usually reserved Dean Xia decided to personally write the banners. Proud of his calligraphy skills, he was confident that his writing would be more beautiful than others.

It wasn’t enough to hang banners on the inpatient building; the Hospital’s website would also feature a "banner," which should remain for at least three months—no, six months. Actually, better make it a year.

Plus, he needed to make a trip to the provincial government to dig for some funding—a significant amount.

Right now, Dean Xia’s mood was like that of a parent whose child had just been crowned as the provincial top scorer in the College Entrance Examination and had received admission to Tsinghua University.

Impressive, right? Definitely!

However, after several more rounds of thought, apart from the last action about securing the funds, Dean Xia dismissed his previous ideas, constantly reminding himself: be low-key, low-key, you must stay low-key.

But how to stay low-key?

It’s impossible, this is Science we’re talking about!

Dean Xia excitedly dialed Director Han’s number and invited him to visit the Comprehensive Surgery Department to discuss a big event with Yang Ping.