Surgery Godfather
Chapter 869 - 772: Thirteen Consecutive Strikes

Chapter 869: Chapter 772: Thirteen Consecutive Strikes

Manstein was still at the airport and hadn’t left the United States when Ruben Kyle made his decision—he decided to take the advice of a good friend to heart, not willing to fall behind the other two brothers, he decided to publish all five of Yang Ping’s papers in one go and give one a cover spot, naturally, it had to be rushed to appear in the upcoming issue, otherwise, he would be a step too slow.

Having received his old friend’s reply, Manstein rested for a while at the airport, contentedly boarded the plane, and left the United States, concluding his special trip of the past few days.

Back in Germany, Manstein dialed August’s number once again.

"Mr. August, please pay attention to the upcoming issues of Nature and Cell, I guarantee you will go crazy, I absolutely guarantee it."

After saying just that, Manstein hung up the phone, and no matter how August tried to call him back, he refused to answer, and eventually, the phone was outright switched off.

These past days had been too hectic, tirelessly traveling between various locations, and now Manstein needed to rest well.

It was this very August, because of whose recommendation, Manstein stayed up all night, relentlessly traveling between London and Massachusetts, and so the genius professor decided to punish this alumnus harshly.

At this moment, it was midnight in China, and August, receiving the abrupt call, savoring Manstein’s odd tone, followed by the incessant disconnection of his calls, and finally being met with the phone turning off.

What on earth was this guy up to?

August spent a sleepless night, mulling over Manstein’s mysterious call, thinking until his head overheated, a state that persisted until dawn.

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Yang Ping’s life was seriously troubled by the publication of four Science papers; if it were not for his desperate need for points, he would not have launched such a super-saturated strike at CNS.

Early in the morning, Yang Ping checked his email, and although four had already been accepted, he still had high hopes for the remaining nine papers; with points, the more, the merrier.

A few prominent overseas emails caught his eye—acceptance responses from Nature and Cell, which mentioned all the papers had been accepted.

Yang Ping hadn’t expected that the three major CNS journals would be so generous to accept them all without exception, each rushed to publication, and both journals clearly agreeing to provide the cover spot. It seemed the world still had those who recognized the merit, but it was strange that the three journals were so synchronized, not missing a single paper. Everything seemed too perfect, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything behind the scenes.

The four papers had caused an impact akin to a tsunami, and while the aftermath had yet to subside and everyone was immersed in a celebratory atmosphere, the publication of nine papers at once in Nature and Cell would shake the Earth like an asteroid collision.

Yang Ping leaned back in his chair, pondering his next steps, wondering if he should tell his friends and family.

His wife was still pregnant; would such a big announcement upset her?

Could Dean Xia and Director Han withstand such a shock?

And there were his in-laws, alas—

Yang Ping finally understood that at any given time, one would have worries; "poor as only having money" wasn’t just whining, but a genuine expression of helplessness.

After work in the evening, Xiao Su prepared dinner to celebrate the publication of Yang Ping’s four papers in Science, having specially added a few dishes for the past few days.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Yang Ping didn’t move his chopsticks, which Xiao Su found strange. Seeing him so preoccupied, she couldn’t help but ask:

"Husband, are you alright?"

Xiao Su reached out and touched Yang Ping’s forehead, which wasn’t hot.

Yang Ping slowly said, "Wife, brace yourself, I have something to tell you, but let’s agree beforehand that no matter what you hear, don’t get too excited, try to stay calm, okay?"

Xiao Su felt a bit baffled, but seeing Yang Ping’s serious demeanor, she could only nod her head, wondering what it could be. Although she didn’t know what it was, her heart was already in turmoil, as if she were drumming inside.

Her husband, the closest person to her, was now so solemn, about to reveal something significant, and by all appearances, it didn’t look like any good news.

"It’s okay, husband, just say it, your wife can handle a big deal," Xiao Su said earnestly.

Yang Ping thought for a moment and said, "You know, I have published four papers in Science, of which three were published at the same time, plus one cover paper."

"I know—I’m so excited, my heart is still thumping," Xiao Su pressed her hand against her chest where her heart was.

Yang Ping pondered for a moment, "Now I have to tell you that your husband has not only published four papers in Science; he has also published four papers in Nature, all four at once, one of which is the cover story; and at the same time, five papers in Cell, also published all at once, one of which is the cover story."

Having said that, Yang Ping waited for Xiao Su’s reaction.

"Husband, are you saying—you’ve just published nine more papers, four in the same issue of Nature and five in the same issue of Cell, and there are cover articles too?" Xiao Su’s big, round, and black eyes widened even further.

Yang Ping nodded, "That’s right."

Xiao Su was stunned for a full minute, then hugged Yang Ping and shook him vigorously.

"Husband, aren’t you a bit too fierce?"

Yang Ping gently patted her back, "Husband was a bit too eager, and it came off a bit fierce. I didn’t scare you, did I?"

Xiao Su shook her head, a bit incoherently, "Not scared, just my heart is thumping wildly, like it’s about to jump out."

"Stay calm, you must stay calm, and keep your heartbeat steady," Yang Ping soothed Xiao Su’s emotions.

Xiao Su let go of Yang Ping, and sat down to take deep breaths repeatedly: "I’ll learn to stay calm, I must learn to stay calm, and keep my heartbeat steady. It’s impossible not to be calm as your wife."

Thirteen CNS papers—what kind of monstrous academic achievements are these? It’s probably unprecedented in history. And they were published in groups of three, four, and five, all in the same issue at once—as if he owned CNS and it was his personal whiteboard.

"How should I tell my parents about this? My head is hurting right now."

"And how should I tell others? Professor Zhang, Old Han, Dean Xia?"

Yang Ping massaged his temples.

"Let’s not say anything for now; let them find out on their own. That might be much better."

Xiao Su also felt that the recent few CNS papers were shocking enough. Now, to suddenly pull out nine papers, a 13-hit combo, this kind of excessive excitement and stimulation might not be good for the elderly. Mom and dad would probably be okay, but grandpa is over eighty, and definitely cannot afford to get overly excited.

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The system’s reward was very timely, granting forty million points for the four papers that have been published. With this, experiments could be started again.

The four CNS papers brought Yang Ping this huge amount of points. Each paper was worth tens of millions; this high income was incomparable to earning points through surgery.

It was like making money. Before, he would earn tens of thousands at a time, and only with hard work, he could barely earn a million or so in a year. Now, a single deal brought in tens of millions.

The experiments had restarted; the system was that straightforward and brutal. If you had points, you were the boss; without points, you stepped aside, unable to use any functions. Of course, the reading function was still available, so in this sense, the system was still somewhat kindhearted.

Yang Ping entered the System Laboratory. The System panel’s plain and simple style gave Yang Ping a warm feeling.

This style seemed old-fashioned, but it resonated with a strong sense of stability, as if the simpler it was, the more stable it became, evoking the feeling it would never crash.

But Yang Ping liked this style. Without any flashy decorations, it gave a solid, technical aura.

In the laboratory, Yang Ping began to compare genes between normal stem cells, teratoma-forming cells, and tumor cells. This comparison was very time-consuming and sometimes involved a bit of luck, but to guarantee a hundred percent success, Yang Ping could only perform a comprehensive comparison of their genes.

Fortunately, the System panel was equivalent to a computer with unlimited computing power, able to assist in some of the calculations. Naturally, this comparison could be left to the "System host" to handle.

Even in real-life experiments, this kind of gene comparison was done by computers. If it were left to human effort, who knows how long it would take.

Thus, the System Laboratory still had a huge advantage when it came to tools. Apart from purchasing various instruments and equipment with points for instant use, the System panel was equivalent to a supercomputer, helping to process various data.

Yang Ping decided to spend most of his points before coming out, hoping to find the genetic fragment differences between them.