Surgery Godfather

Chapter 2226: Chapter 1452: Let’s Chat on WhatsApp Later_2

Mr. Liu and Ms. Wang exchanged a glance, then Mr. Liu asked, "Professor Yang, will you personally perform this surgery?"

Yang Ping looked at Xu Zhiliang. In Xu Zhiliang’s eyes, there was anticipation, but also pressure. He knew that if Yang Ping personally performed the surgery, the success rate would be much higher. But he also knew that Yang Ping’s time was very precious now, every minute counts.

"I’ll be involved!" Yang Ping said, "I’ll set the pre-surgery plan, assist during the surgery, and Director Xu will be the chief surgeon. Please trust Director Xu’s skills. He’s a world-class neurosurgeon with extensive surgical experience, whereas I haven’t been the chief surgeon for a long time."

Xu Zhiliang was momentarily stunned, then a complex glimmer flashed in his eyes. There was gratitude, pressure, and a kind of emotional trust.

Yang Ping turned to the family members: "Go back and discuss, if you agree, we can handle the transfer procedures today and move him over as soon as possible. Additionally, I need to understand some detailed information about the patient, like his profession, personality, and how he usually handles stress. Intraoperative awakening requires the patient’s high level of cooperation; a person with a good psychological quality will greatly increase the success rate."

"My husband is a high school Chinese teacher," Ms. Wang said, her voice a bit more stable, "He’s very gentle by nature, but quite stubborn at heart. He... he teaches twelfth grade, and last year, one of his students had mental issues and wanted to jump off a building. He insisted on accompanying that student home every day after school for a month, and eventually talked the student out of it. He’s the type who cannot be pulled away from what he has set his mind on, no matter what."

Yang Ping nodded. This kind of personality is suitable for intraoperative awakening.

"Alright!" he stood up, "Then go discuss it with your family, I have other matters to attend to. Director Xu, please see the family off."

After sending off the patient’s family, Xu Zhiliang returned: "Thank you, Professor, and... some... questions...."

"Chat on WhatsApp later?" Yang Ping suggested.

Xu Zhiliang breathed a sigh of relief: "WhatsApp... chat!"

Upon returning to the office, Yang Ping set aside the brainstem surgery documents and began processing the backlog of emails. Weber’s revised paper had already been sent over; he opened the document and reviewed it line by line.

When Manstein knocked and came in, Yang Ping was right at the key data analysis section.

"Professor, Weber’s results are out," Manstein said, unable to suppress his excitement, "The cross-validation is completely consistent! The original cells can indeed transform the inflammatory pattern from destructive to reparative!"

Yang Ping looked up at this old German man. Manstein’s eyes were as pure as a child’s.

"Congratulations!" Yang Ping said, "This means you can finalize your paper."

"No, it’s more than that." Manstein sat opposite Yang Ping, gesticulating enthusiastically, "I’m thinking, if we can find the key molecules that regulate inflammation in original cells, couldn’t we synthesize this molecule artificially? That way, we wouldn’t need cell therapy; we would administer the drug directly, which is simpler, cheaper, and easier to promote."

Yang Ping put down the mouse and looked at him seriously: "That’s a bold idea, but the direction is correct. The bottleneck of cell therapy is that it’s complex, costly, and difficult to control quality. Finding small molecule alternatives would indeed be a breakthrough, but we must be clear, regulation cannot be due to a single factor; it’s a complete mechanism, and what you’ve observed is only part of this mechanism."

"You’re right, which is why I need your support," Manstein said, "I want to conduct a joint screening of proteomics and metabolomics, which requires a large platform, and also..."

"Also needs money!" Yang Ping finished his sentence with a smile, "Write a formal project proposal and submit it to the grant management committee. Additionally, have Tang Shun coordinate the platform resources. Whatever technology you need, the institute will fully cooperate."

Manstein stood up, shook Yang Ping’s hand vigorously: "Professor Yang, did you know? When I was young in Germany, my project application at the Max Planck Institute was rejected seven times. On the seventh rejection, I sat in the office, looking out at the Rhine River, thinking about jumping in."

Yang Ping smiled: "Looks like you succeeded on the eighth attempt?"

"How did you know?"

"Because you’re standing here now."

Manstein burst into laughter and said: "By the way, Weber asked me to tell you, he responded to each of the reviewer’s comments, but there’s one he’s unsure about. A reviewer said our control group setup was flawed because the serum in the original cell culture medium itself has anti-inflammatory components, so we can’t rule out whether it’s the serum rather than the original cells that is acting."

Yang Ping furrowed his brow. This was a sharp but reasonable question.

"Tell Weber to add a ’conditioned medium control’ group, using only the supernatant from cultured original cells, filtered to remove all cells, and see if the supernatant itself has an effect. If there is, it means the secreted factors are acting; if not, it means the presence of cells is necessary. Once this experiment is done, the reviewer will have no further objections."

"Brilliant!" Manstein slapped his thigh, "I’ll go tell him right away."

He left energetically, and Yang Ping watched his back, suddenly feeling that these foreign experts who came to China brought not only technology but also a pure love for science. This love, like a spark, is slowly igniting the atmosphere of the entire institute.

The phone rang, it was Dean Xia.

"Professor Yang, the construction drawings for the new institute are out. When are you available to come and take a look?"

"Tomorrow morning," Yang Ping said, "This afternoon and evening are fully booked."

"Alright, tomorrow morning at nine o’clock, I’ll have someone bring the drawings to your office," Dean Xia said.

Yang Ping changed his mind: "You decide, there’s no need to show me."

Dean Xia insisted on sending over the drawings: "That won’t do, the higher-ups have repeatedly instructed that Professor Yang must review it and be satisfied, this procedure cannot be skipped."

"Alright, then tomorrow morning at nine," Yang Ping said reluctantly.

After hanging up, Yang Ping rubbed his temples, then stood up and walked towards the laboratory.

By six in the evening, Yang Ping had finally finished all his affairs. He walked out of the institute building, and the setting sun was coloring the sky in shades of orange and red, with clouds spread out like burning cotton.

The phone rang, it was Xiao Su: "Where are you?"

"At the institute entrance."

"Waiting for you on the sky bridge?"

"Okay!"

He headed towards the sky bridge, his steps involuntarily light. Xiao Su had already arrived, leaning on the railing, watching the traffic below the bridge. She had changed into a beige dress, her hair tied in a loose ponytail, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Today, there weren’t many people on the sky bridge. The stalls selling beef offal and sweet potatoes hadn’t opened yet; they always opened precisely at seven, just like the evening news broadcast.

"Shall we take a walk around the hospital?" Yang Ping suggested.

Xiao Su shook her head: "It’s windy today, and not many people are around. Let’s just stand here in the breeze; it’s quite refreshing."

Yang Ping and Xiao Su stood closely together, enjoying the wind. The spot on the sky bridge was perfectly positioned at the southern wind, making it particularly pleasant.

Xiao Su smiled and sneaked Yang Ping’s hand to her abdomen: "Feel it, it seems to be moving again."

Yang Ping’s palm rested on her abdomen, indeed feeling a slight movement like a small fish gently bumping. His smile grew deeper.

"Just like when I was pregnant with Dabao," Xiao Su’s voice was soft, "I reckon it’s another mischievous child. What do you want our children to become?"

Yang Ping thought for a moment: "They can be anything, whether a doctor or not, as long as they’re happy and doing what they love!"

Xiao Su laughed: "Makes sense. What we can do is give them the opportunity to choose. As for how they choose, that’s up to them."

"Let’s go home! I’ve made soup, it’ll get cold if we don’t go back soon."

"Alright!"

The two walked down the sky bridge side by side, with Yang Ping on the outer side holding Xiao Su. The streetlights cast their shadows long and intertwined, like a quiet silhouette.

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