Surgery Godfather
Chapter 870 - 773: Paper Can’t Wrap Fire

Chapter 870: Chapter 773: Paper Can’t Wrap Fire

Paper can’t cover fire!

The true experts engaged in academia almost keep an eye on the top journals in their field every day. The moment a new issue is released, they immediately start reading, seizing the information they desire. This is how they keep up with the leading-edge research worldwide, lest they fall behind.

Such top journals had always been amongst the main reading materials on Professor Su’s bookshelf.

Nowadays, many international journals are printed and mailed in the country of sale, and thanks to the developed logistics industry, a new issue of a journal can be delivered to readers within a few days.

Because there was an article by Yang Ping in "Science", Professor Su paid extra attention to this issue. He took a "Science" magazine that still smelled of fresh ink from the shelf. The cover featured the title of Yang Ping’s paper on skin expansion technology.

He found Yang Ping’s paper and read it carefully, sincerely admiring its profound medical value after finishing.

The young genius capable of publishing four papers in "Science" was his own son-in-law, and Professor Su, who always cherished talent, had been so excited these few days that he could hardly sleep. Even his father, who was over eighty, was so pleased that he couldn’t stop smiling all day.

"Cell", "Nature", and "Science" were placed within reach. After finishing "Science", Professor Su naturally took the latest issues of "Cell" and "Nature", browsed through the contents at a glance, and was completely stunned.

Five papers in "Cell", four in "Nature", all cover articles, all by a single author—his son-in-law Yang Ping.

Nine CNS papers, plus the previous four, a total of thirteen papers published in a burst in a short period. This outburst was like the mightiest volcanic eruption on Earth.

What was going on?

Professor Su’s hands were trembling a bit. Even he, as experienced as he was, had never seen anything like it. It had happened in history but never crossed his mind.

Was this guy even a normal human?

He calmed down and wanted to call Yang Ping but figured he might be in the middle of surgery. However, he paused, feeling as if Yang Ping was a stranger at this moment.

Professor Su thought for a moment and dialed his daughter’s phone. After the call connected, he didn’t know what to say.

"Dad?" Xiao Su asked on the phone.

Professor Su coughed a few times, "I was just reading the latest issue of ’Cell’, ’Nature’, ’Science’. Did Xiao Yang publish another nine papers without telling me?"

There was a hint of reproach for the younger generation in Professor Su’s tone.

Xiao Su’s careless voice replied, "It’s just that we were worried you and grandfather couldn’t handle the shock. You’re fine, but grandfather is old, he can’t get too excited."

"Nonsense, such a big event must be communicated in time—"

Professor Su’s heart was pounding excitedly as he spoke. For a scholar, this was far more thrilling than seeing one’s bank account suddenly increase by billions."

"Dad, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, just that my heart is beating hard. Don’t worry, it’s just happiness. Remember, don’t tell your grandparents. Keep this a secret. Your grandfather waking up at three in the morning to practice Tai Chi is all due to the excess excitement from this."

Immediately, Professor Su dialed Su Nanchen’s phone: "Hide this issue of ’Cell’ and ’Nature’. Don’t take them home for your grandfather to see. If he asks, just make up an excuse."

Professor Su and Mrs. Su usually lived in the community near the hospital, staying at the villa on Shuangsha Island on Saturdays and Sundays. Professor Su’s parents stayed at the Shuangsha Island villa most of the time.

"What happened?"

In Su Nanchen’s house, many medical journals were also subscribed, so the study was like a small library, not lacking in any heavyweight domestic and international journals. Su Butong didn’t miss a single issue of the top Neurosurgery journals, and he would also browse through the three top comprehensive journals, diligent studying any he found interesting.

For a family steeped in bookish tradition, reading was a custom.

"Just take a look at ’Cell’ and ’Nature’ yourself. Your good buddy Yang Ping has caused a sensation."

Professor Su hung up the phone.

"What’s wrong?" Mrs. Su saw Professor Su leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, as if he had encountered some difficult problem.

Professor Su waved his hand, "Do we still have sleeping pills at home? Give me two tonight."

"What on earth happened?" Mrs. Su had never seen Professor Su so distraught.

Professor Su slowly opened his eyes, pointing at the journals on his desk, "Take a look for yourself, our excellent son-in-law—"

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Of the nine papers following Yang Ping’s, except for Xiao Su, he hadn’t told anyone.

Wen Ruzheng from the Pathology department was the first to know. Wen Ruzheng, who usually disliked posting on moments, caused a stir by sharing the news in various hospital groups, which immediately sparked all kinds of discussions.

Of course, everyone’s first reaction was to think Wen Ruzheng had messed up somehow, deliberately posting nonsensical stuff amidst the hype.

Four CNS papers were already hard to believe, and now there were nine more, totaling thirteen—to suddenly release such news, few people believed it.

Director Zhou of the Department of Science and Education, after seeing this message, felt that Wen Ruzheng shouldn’t be spreading rumors at this time. He prepared to issue a notice to dispel the rumors. As the head of the science and technology department, he must act cautiously. Before issuing the notice, Director Zhou specifically did some verification.

To his surprise, when he looked into it, he was startled.

The news was true, indeed nine articles—authentic and verified nine articles. The author was Yang Ping, and the institution was Sanbo Hospital in Nandu, China. As one of the old guards of Sanbo Hospital and well-versed in scientific publication, Director Zhou was very professional.

He printed out a document, quickly packed up his things, and then rushed to Dean Xia’s office. On the way, he also made urgent calls to Director Han, Director Zhao, and Dean Sun, telling them to meet at Dean Xia’s office for an important discussion.

Being on the same floor in the administration building, Director Zhou found himself walking unsteadily, feeling almost like he was having a stroke, with his legs not obeying his commands. With an excited heart, he hurried to Dean Xia’s office, where Dean Xia was pacing back and forth.

"Old Zhou, what’s the rush? I have to step out soon," Dean Xia asked.

Director Zhou put the printed document on Dean Xia’s desk: "Old Xia, take a look for yourself, another nine CNS top-level journal papers, ’Cell’ with five articles, ’Nature’ with four, all with cover stories. What on earth is this? Anyway, my heart can’t take it any longer—it’s pounding nonstop."

"What’s going on? Why are you so agitated?" Dean Xia picked up the printouts and glanced over them.

Good heavens!

Who plays their cards like this? This is directly pushing Sanbo Hospital’s scientific research strength to the apex of the world, nine more, another nine!

"Is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Dean Xia steadied himself and asked with concern.

Director Zhou shook his head: "It has been verified. How could there be a misunderstanding? Are there two Sanbo Hospitals in Nandu? Two Yang Pings in Sanbo Hospital?"

Dean Xia’s head spun and he supported himself on his desk: "Let me sit down and catch my breath. How come I haven’t heard about this? He hasn’t said a word."

At that time, Director Han, Dean Sun, and Director Zhao also arrived at the dean’s office, seeing the strange expressions on Dean Xia and Director Zhou’s faces, they couldn’t quite grasp what they were feeling.

"Old Han, Old Zhao, Old Sun, you came just in time. Take a look for yourselves. Those with heart problems, beware, judge the risk for yourselves," Dean Xia pointed to the stack of printed documents on his desk.

"What is this all about, why the secrecy?"

Old Han picked up the document, glanced at the peculiar expressions of the other two as if they were possessed.

After reading the materials, Old Han also became petrified, standing still, his hands trembling. Next to him, Director Zhao also saw what was on the materials.

"Old Han, can it be? This isn’t real, is it?"

With a slap, Director Zhao gave himself a smack on the cheek: "It’s real, a total of 13 CNS papers. Is this what humans can achieve?"

It’s said that the most articles by Chinese authors in CNS’s history was 14, and that was accumulated over many years.

Furthermore, some of the top experts holding a few CNS papers, those who are arrogant, are only at a pace of one paper per year. And there hasn’t been a case like this where someone published 13 papers in such a short duration, let alone simultaneously becoming the cover story for all three major journals—unprecedented and unparalleled!

Moreover, all of Yang Ping’s articles are based on mechanistic research, which in the field of biomedical research, is generally acknowledged to be much more difficult to publish than structural research. Structure-based researchers sometimes can publish one paper in one or two years, but those researching mechanisms may not produce a publication in ten years.

This kid now has his entire body of research as original medical principles research; this is utterly astonishing.

Dean Xia gestured dismissively, took out a pill, and popped it into his mouth, speaking unclearly: "Change the banner and the official website’s numbers—tell the office to cancel my meeting at the Provincial Hall; I need to take a breather."

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The Comprehensive Surgery outpatient department is now extremely busy, with the old experts led by Zhang Zongshun completely exhausted.

They are the slowest group of people in Sanbo Hospital to get the message, mainly because they are too busy, don’t have time to check their phones, and many of them don’t care about the messy news in the group.

Professor Cao Zhenshan, an old expert from the Cardiac Surgery Department, was originally a professor of cardiac surgery at Fuwai Hospital. Professor Zhang Zongshun convinced him to come to Sanbo Hospital. After attempting life in the south for a few months, Professor Cao found it agreeable and decided to stay and contribute his expertise.

"Old Zhang, this can’t go on like this. Look, today I saw almost a hundred patients, eighty percent of which are not complicated cases and could be resolved in a regular outpatient setting. This is a waste of medical resources. Our Comprehensive Surgery Department is meant for complex cases. Look, people with colds are squeezing in here," Professor Cao complained.

Professor Zhang was also considering this issue: "I’m discussing this problem with Professor Yang. Should we cancel the outpatient registration and adopt a referral system? Henceforth, all our outpatient patients must be referred to us by peers from other hospitals."

After a bout of griping, Professor Cao said, "But there really was a complicated case today, a 14-year-old child with severe hypertrophic obstructive cardiomyopathy. He has been to several hospitals in Nandu Province, all of which recommended Emperor’s Capital Fuwai Hospital or Anzhen Hospital. The family is from Nandu Province, and after hearing that our Comprehensive Surgery is formidable, they came to try their luck. I haven’t responded to the patient yet, told them I would get back to them tomorrow morning. I wonder if Professor Yang can handle it."

"In theory, there’s no problem at all; there’s nothing that Professor Yang can’t handle when it comes to surgeries. But I have to ask him personally, or perhaps you could ask him directly. Just ask in our Comprehensive Surgery WeChat group," Professor Zhang personally thought there wouldn’t be a problem.

Professor Cao’s concerns were not unfounded; treating hypertrophic obstructive cardiomyopathy involves either medication or surgery. Medication generally does not yield satisfactory results, and surgical treatment requires stopping the heart and using extracorporeal circulation. Such surgery involves significant trauma and high difficulty, and inexperienced doctors can struggle to find the precise balance between how much to cut.

Moreover, this case was extremely serious, and the risk was too high. Professor Cao believed that only Fuwai and Anzhen could handle it; other hospitals simply weren’t capable.

"What are these guys posting now?" Professor Zhang focused on WeChat on his phone.

"Divine powers unleash once more, a burst of nine CNS articles--- The news nowadays is all clickbait titles that shock the reader, but the content is nothing." Professor Zhang complained.