Surgery Godfather
Chapter 910 - 795: Start Your Own Journal_2

Chapter 910: Chapter 795: Start Your Own Journal_2

A god who holds 13 CNS papers, a member of the American Academy of Sciences, it seems difficult for others to keep up with the pace of the debate.

"I can introduce you to meet Professor Weber in person and listen to his insights on the research of Digital Human technology," Dr. Liao continued to insist.

If Yang Ping didn’t dispel his idea soon, the conversation would likely go on. "I’ve read all of Professor Weber’s papers," Yang Ping said. "I respect the contributions he has made, but many of his ideas in the past decade are clearly outdated, and even his peak accomplishments were not as earth-shattering as imagined."

Dr. Liao genuinely admired such a confident young man, even if not asked to do so by anyone, he liked this young person.

Calling him arrogant or proud would be a misunderstanding of the mentality of a genius; which genius isn’t proud?

Continuing the conversation would not lead to any results, only a waste of time.

Thus, Dr. Liao’s visit to Sanbo concluded hastily, but this was only the beginning, he would come again later.

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After Dr. Liao left, Dean Xia took the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart with Yang Ping, calling over Dean Sun and Director Han to drink tea in Yang Ping’s office.

Normally, it was difficult for them to get together, but now, having sent off the visiting group, they all happened to be free to have tea and chat.

Dean Xia had already implemented the Human Resources Office’s previous suggestion of forming a logistics group; he had recruited Sisi’s dad into Sanbo Hospital, and the rest of the staff were personally appointed by him. The logistics were undergoing pre-job training and would soon get into their roles.

Not long ago, due to Yang Ping’s paper, Dean Xia was called to report to the Provincial Hall. The leaders were very pleased and instructed him on the spot that such talents must be well managed, setting a hard target for Dean Xia—no less than 5 CNS papers a year.

Of course, Dean Xia kept this to himself. After returning, he only discussed it with Director Han and Dean Sun and hadn’t told anyone else, certainly not Yang Ping.

Genius cannot be controlled; how could one set such rigid targets?

The leaders were well-intentioned and supportive of Sanbo Hospital, but their approach was obviously incorrect. Dean Xia could not refute them to their face, so he humored them with a chuckle.

For a genius like Yang Ping, Dean Xia had his own method, which was to "govern by doing nothing."

Just provide him with a free, relaxed, comfortable, and fair environment. There was no need to manage anything else; as long as he didn’t break the law, let him do as he pleases.

Ever since Yang Ping set up the Comprehensive Surgery Department, Dean Xia had not given him a single directive, let alone issue rigid targets.

Dean Xia was very clear in his mind that he was nothing in front of Yang Ping when it came to clinical and research work. How to guide Yang Ping’s work? How to evaluate and review his work?

Therefore, "governing by doing nothing" was the best way, letting him experiment according to his own ideas, anything goes.

Now that the leaders demanded 5 CNS papers a year, Dean Xia could not agree. He would proceed in his own way. As for explaining to the leaders, that could be done slowly over time. It was normal for leaders to be well-intentioned but not to understand such a talented individual.

"Professor Yang, let us know if you need anything, we fully support you. We don’t understand the technical stuff, so we’ll just be your logistics soldiers," Dean Xia would always say these words.

Director Han and Dean Sun nodded: "Whenever we are free, we should get together for tea. If you have any issues, bring them up; if not, we can just chat."

"Professor Yang, your 13 papers have left us all dizzy. We’re still trying to catch our breath. You truly elevated the academic level of the hospital, the academic level of Nandu Province, and the academic level of Chinese Doctors. Next time you want to publish, give us a heads-up. Old folks like us have weak hearts, we can’t handle the shock," Dean Xia joked.

Yang Ping waved his hand: "I won’t publish anymore."

Dean Xia, Director Han, and Dean Sun were stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Had the joke not been right?

Yang Ping slowly said: "This is what I’m planning. To enhance the academic level of the hospital, the academic level of Nandu Province, and the academic level of Chinese Doctors, simply publishing in CNS won’t suffice. I think we should start a journal, a world-leading journal. I haven’t decided on the name yet—whether to call it Medicine, Chinese Medicine, or China Medicine."

?

Dean Xia and Director Han looked at each other; the young man was so ambitious, wanting to start a journal, and a world-class one at that?

Ah, we old folks think too small; it’s the young people who think big.

"I fully support this. Let me know how much funding you need, and draw up a budget. A journal will require quite a few people, right? You can utilize any of the doctors from the hospital at will."

Upon hearing that Yang Ping wanted to start a journal, Dean Xia became as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline. However, Dean Xia didn’t really understand whether starting a journal was feasible, how much manpower, material resources, and funds would be needed; in any case, he supported whatever Yang Ping decided to do.

"Old Sun, support him to the fullest in terms of personnel, finances, and materials. You coordinate with Professor Yang on this," Dean Xia instructed Dean Sun on the spot.

Dean Sun immediately took notes in his notebook. This was a big event, not just idle tea-time chatter, and specific action was necessary.

"I only have this idea right now. Funding is not an issue, as the foundation will cover it; as for the talent team, relying on young doctors alone won’t be enough for such a big journal. We must have the support of a group of top international doctors to bolster such a heavyweight journal."

As for the talent team, Yang Ping had already made plans. There was a WeChat group on his phone that was more than enough to support this journal.

When it came to starting a journal, the excitement that had yet to dissipate inside Director Han gathered again. He pondered for a moment, his brows furrowing: "For us, the biggest difficulty in starting a journal isn’t money or personnel, it’s that the ISSN is extremely hard to obtain. Many have run their legs off trying to secure one for their journal."

After saying this, Director Han thought for a bit before adding, "And the name you’ve chosen is really grand. Medicine? Chinese Medicine? Chinese Medical Science? These are all very significant names."

Dean Xia almost slammed his hand down in agreement but, seeing the boiling hot water on the coffee table, his hand stopped a few centimeters above the desktop and then drew back.

"What’s so difficult about it, it’s just about making the rounds. What’s there to fear? Old Han, the two of us, along with Old Zhang, who has connections in the medical field, I don’t believe we can’t secure a journal number. I’ll tell you, my stomach problems have almost cleared up. I’ll drink them under the table."

Dean Xia was brimming with confidence and high-spirited. He had never been scared before, even with his stomach issues. Now, who is there to fear? It’s just drinking and building relationships, no big deal.

"Let’s not bother Old Zhang. An eighty-year-old man helping us chase an ISSN? Let’s just the two of us do it," Director Han said with a hint of sadness.

They would need to make rounds at the Medical Association and the News and Publication Bureau—it really was troublesome. If only there were a member of the medical academy to help, Dean Xia began to consider how to break the situation open.

"Isn’t Old Su already an academician?" Director Han suddenly remembered.

Dean Xia came to a realization: "That’s right, Old Su is an academician."

"And Professor Liang from Xiehe, isn’t he also an academician?"

"Yes, and there’s Professor Liang, also an academician."

"And—"

"Hey, when you think about it, we actually have quite a broad network. What’s an ISSN to us!"

Counting on their fingers, Dean Xia and Director Han suddenly realized that Sanbo Hospital actually had a super wide network. With Professor Liang and Professor Su, one from the north and one from the south, both heavyweight academicians, securing an ISSN number ought to be a piece of cake.

"Xiao Yang, let’s do it!"

Dean Xia made a special trip to Yang Ping’s desk and slammed his palm down with force.

"Xiao Yang, let’s do it!" echoed Director Han.

Yang Ping nodded, "Of all the things said today, those are the words I like to hear the most."

"Which words?"

"Xiao Yang! From now on, just call me Xiao Yang. Don’t keep calling me Professor Yang."

"That won’t do!"

Dean Xia pondered internally. Indeed, even though obtaining an ISSN might be a bit complicated, it was achievable. However, the names Yang Ping had just proposed for the journal were quite ambitious. It was uncertain whether they could secure one.

Yang Ping was so young, and Sanbo Hospital was relatively new. Securing an ISSN for a journal with such a prestigious name indeed seemed unlikely.

But still, they would give it their all!

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