Surgery Godfather
Chapter 962 - 819: Does This Car Get Fined and Points Deducted? (Part 2)

Chapter 962: Chapter 819: Does This Car Get Fined and Points Deducted? (Part 2)

"Manager Qiu?"

Wasn’t that the Manager Qiu he had met in Yemen? Wasn’t he the manager of a security company? What was he doing here?

"You know each other?" Dean Xia was very curious.

Yang Ping said with a smile, "We met in Yemen. You could say our friendship was forged in fire and blood."

"That’s even better. From now on, Comrade Qiu will be the chief of security for your Comprehensive Surgery Department," Dean Xia said.

Yang Ping shook hands with Manager Qiu again, "How’s Dashun doing now?"

Manager Qiu smiled, "He recovered very well afterward."

"Let’s take a look at the car first, and then we can talk more in my office," Dean Xia urged Yang Ping.

Yang Ping sized up the car, touched the paint, and pulled open the car door to sit inside for a try.

"Dean Xia, are you sure this was bought by the hospital? Did you pick it out?" Yang Ping asked as he got out of the car.

Dean Xia was so annoyed he almost cursed, "What do you mean by that?"

"These windows must be several centimeters thick. Look at this car door; I bet it could withstand a blast. Since when does Hongqi make this kind of model? It’s not a knockoff, is it?" Yang Ping was perplexed.

How can you call a grand custom model a knockoff?

Dean Xia had no choice but to come clean, whispering in his ear, "You’ve got a sharp eye, kid. This car is a reward from higher authorities to show the nation’s appreciation of you. Bullet-proof, bomb-proof, poison-resistant, with satellite tracking and satellite phone onboard, direct link to the public security system, it’s a special custom model."

"You said it has satellite tracking, onboard satellite phone, so do they know everywhere I go? No way, no way, I definitely can’t use this car," Yang Ping knocked on the sedan’s hood.

Dean Xia got anxious, "How can you not? This is a thoughtful gift from senior leadership."

"Such an expensive reward? Which leader? What department?" Yang Ping asked.

Dean Xia shook his head, "Don’t ask. If you must know, it’s the senior leadership, the relevant department. Anyway, this is the treatment you deserve. Just accept it peacefully. I’ve been giving it some serious thought these past days. With your current situation, you indeed need this level of benefits. Thirteen CNS papers. Your sole efforts have pushed us to the forefront of medical science research in the world. For the nation, you’re now a heavy-weight strategic talent, so the upper echelons take you very seriously. They not only awarded you but gave you a car, and they’ve dispatched Comrade Qiu here to assist you with your logistics—that’s his responsibility from hereon.""

The car was indeed excellent; it was just a gasoline vehicle, not to Yang Ping’s taste—he had been wanting a BYD electric car.

"You just said it has a direct link with the public security. Does it mean it can get traffic violation tickets and fines?" Yang Ping asked.

Dean Xia looked helpless, "I didn’t ask about that."

Then, he immediately felt this guy was not taking things seriously, "Professor Yang, please adjust your attitude. Let me make it clear to you, if this car is directly connected to the public security, then no matter which corner it’s in, for any violation, even if you merely cross a solid line, it will get ticketed and fined."

Looking at the car, Yang Ping said with ill intent, "Anyway, it’s the hospital’s car. It’ll be the hospital’s money that gets deducted."

"I’ll deduct it from your salary!" Dean Xia said fiercely.

"From your wife’s salary!" Dean Xia added.

You old man, that’s just not ethical.

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Anyway, let Dean Xia deal with these matters. Yang Ping didn’t want to bother himself with such trivialities. He was very busy nowadays with daily surgeries, research projects, and working on establishing a journal.

Setting up a Chinese journal was challenging, but Yang Ping wanted to give it a try. It was an attempt to fight for a say in academic discourse.

As for the name of the journal? Yang Ping specifically called a meeting to discuss it.

"Chinese Medicine!"

Li Guodong was very enthusiastic and the first to raise his hand.

"There is already a journal with that name. It’s a duplicate."

"Greater Chinese Medicine!"

Li Guodong corrected immediately.

What a grand name, Greater Chinese Medicine! Li Guodong had a full argument, "The New England Journal of Medicine is the world number one medical journal with an impact factor over 74. If it can be called New England Medicine, by following its naming style, we can call ours Greater Chinese Medicine."

"Why not call it New China Medicine!"

Little Five came up with an even better name.

"Hmm, New China Medicine, I think that name sounds really good, very distinctive."

Somebody strongly agreed.

"I think—since it’s—a global journal—it should just be—called—Medicine, look at—Nature—Science—Cell, these three top—journals’ names, they’re so succinct, immediately suggest—a global stature."

Xu Zhiliang felt they might as well call it Medicine—simple and clear, a grand name that signified global stature.

Zhang Lin disagreed with all the above names:

"All these names seem imitative, lacking our Chinese uniqueness. I think it should be named—Huaxia Medicine!"

"I’ve thought about this name for a long time. It’s resonant, has ethnic characteristics; what belongs to the nation belongs to the world."

Teacher Zhang spoke confidently.

"Great Medicine!"

Song Zimo offered his suggestion, after mulling over it for a long time in his head, he couldn’t think of any name more powerful than this one.

"Derived from the spirit of ’great doctors have utmost sincerity,’ it aligns with traditional Chinese culture while matching modern global trends. Great Medicine—how majestic! The English translation would be—Great Medicine!"

Song Zimo was very confident in the name he had proposed.

"Medical Path! Medicine Do!"