Surgery Godfather

Chapter 2206: Chapter 1443: The Gap Between Monkeys and Humans

Professor Weber arrived in Nandu on a Wednesday afternoon.

This time, he didn’t inform Yang Ping in advance. After leaving the airport, he took a taxi directly to the institute. When the cab stopped at the entrance, the sun was about to set, the sky was dyed orange-red, and the shadows of the sycamore trees stretched long, like hands reaching toward the road.

Weber dragged his suitcase into the main gate. Tang Shun came out of the office building with a thermos cup in his hand, preparing to leave work. At the moment he saw Weber, the thermos almost slipped from his hand.

"Professor Weber?! Why have you come again? Why didn’t you let us know beforehand?"

Weber put down his suitcase and opened his arms: "Your choice of words is inappropriate. Don’t tell Professor Yang, I’ll find him myself tomorrow morning."

Tang Shun helped Weber carry his suitcase into the dormitory building and arranged a room for him. Weber entered the room, didn’t turn on the light, and stood by the window looking at the institute’s courtyard. The roses in the yard were indistinct in the twilight, but the scent lingered, drifting up with the evening breeze.

He took out his phone and sent Yang Ping a message, not mentioning that he had arrived, merely asking: "Professor Yang, did you leave work on time today?"

Yang Ping’s reply was brief: "On my way home."

Weber looked at the message, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward.

Early the next morning, when Yang Ping walked into the office, Weber was sitting in the chair opposite his desk, holding a cup of tea, as if he had been waiting for a long while.

Yang Ping stood at the door, looking at him, quite surprised.

"When did you arrive?"

"Yesterday evening, Tang Shun arranged the dorm for me."

"Why didn’t you inform me in advance? We could have picked you up."

Weber took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly: "If I told you in advance, you’d have to arrange things. I didn’t want you to go through the trouble; I just came, it’s that simple."

Yang Ping came in, placed his bag on the table, and sat down opposite Weber. They faced each other across the desk without speaking.

"Professor Weber, why did you come this time?"

Weber put down the teacup, leaned forward, and clasped his hands on the table. His expression was serious, even somewhat stern.

"Professor Yang, I kept pondering a question in Heidelberg. You cured M7, cured Chen Jianguo, and now the whole world knows about you. But why haven’t you gone to San Francisco? Or London? Or Tokyo? Richardson personally invited you, and you refused them all, why?"

Yang Ping leaned back in his chair, looking at Weber.

"I don’t like going abroad."

"Is that all?"

"That’s all. I can’t manage the jet lag, can’t eat well or sleep well, and my work efficiency drops. Moreover, I have a lot to do here in the country, no need to trouble myself. It’s the internet age; if communication is needed, online video can entirely replace face-to-face meetings, and it’s more convenient."

Weber watched Yang Ping for a few seconds.

"Professor Yang, you’re telling the truth."

Yang Ping didn’t respond.

Weber continued: "I didn’t come to discuss your lifestyle today; I’m here to apply for a new project."

"What project?"

Weber took out a thick document from his document bag and placed it in front of Yang Ping. On the cover was printed the title: "Primate Spinal Cord Injury Combined Treatment Long-Term Safety Study — Heidelberg-Nandu Cooperation Program Phase II."

Yang Ping picked up the document and quickly skimmed through it while Weber explained.

"In the first phase, we dealt with acute injuries very effectively. Now it’s time for phase two. Chronic injuries — animal models injured for more than three months. This is the crucial step, because if chronic injuries can be repaired, then the hopes of human spinal cord injury patients increase significantly. Most patients have chronic conditions, waiting years or even decades. Our project mainly focuses on the mechanism of promoting original cell repair with exogenous stem cells in acute and chronic spinal cord injuries."

Yang Ping reached the last page and saw Weber’s signature dated yesterday with a blank space beneath — reserved for his signature.

"Professor Weber, how long will this project take?"

"Three years, at least three years."

"What about funding?"

"Heidelberg has already approved the first year’s budget; in China, you need to coordinate."

Yang Ping closed the document and placed it on the table. He didn’t sign immediately but looked at Weber.

"Three years, you’re nearly eighty, are you sure?"

Weber laughed, "Professor Yang, you’re being ageist. I’m fighting against it. Look, I’m in top shape."

As he spoke, he even flexed his biceps.

Yang Ping paused for a moment, then picked up the pen and signed his name next to Weber’s.

"Professor Weber, happy cooperation."

Weber shook Yang Ping’s hand firmly.

"Not cooperation, it’s being peers. As you said, I’m following alongside you."

On the third day of Weber’s arrival in Nandu, he was supposed to visit M7 as per the plan.

But that morning, standing in front of M7’s cage, he seemed somewhat absent-minded. His eyes were on M7, but his mind was elsewhere. Fritz was waiting beside him to speak, waiting for a few minutes before he couldn’t help himself.

"Professor Weber, is something on your mind today?"

Weber snapped out of his thoughts, took off his glasses, and wiped them.

"Fritz, what do you think of Professor Yang as a person?"

Fritz was caught off guard by the question. He thought for a moment and said, "He’s a... it’s hard to describe. He doesn’t say much, but everything he says counts. He doesn’t work overtime, but nothing goes unattended. He’s not like other professors who spend all day in the lab, but he knows everything about this institute. He’s a person of imagination, execution, and distinction."

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