Surgery Godfather

Chapter 2264: Chapter 1468: What Do You Think About While Running? (2)

"Keep walking, don’t stop," said Professor Yang Ping.

The three of them walked slowly along the sidewalk after leaving the park, with Professor Yang Ping in the middle, Weber on the left, and Manstein on the right. The morning light had fully spilled out from the gaps between buildings, tinting the entire street with a faint golden hue. The breakfast stall owner was lifting the steamer lid, white steam rising into the air, infused with the aroma of buns and shaomai.

"Let’s go, have breakfast," said Professor Yang Ping.

The three walked into the breakfast stall. Professor Yang Ping ordered a bowl of soy milk, two deep-fried dough sticks, and a tea egg. Weber and Manstein followed, ordering the same.

The three of them ate breakfast in silence. Sunlight streamed through the stall’s glass door, falling onto the tabletop. Professor Yang Ping broke the dough sticks into pieces and soaked them in the soy milk, waiting for them to soften before eating. Weber and Manstein mimicked him, eating the same things in the same way.

"Running again tomorrow?" Manstein asked Professor Yang Ping.

"Yes! We’ll run a long distance tomorrow, fifteen kilometers."

"Fifteen kilometers?!" Manstein’s eyes widened.

"Long distance on weekends; usually five to ten kilometers is enough. Stop to rest and don’t run if you have a cold, feel fatigued, or aren’t feeling well."

Weber was silent for a moment, then looked at Weber and gave a thumbs up, "Being young is great."

"Actually, you’re not bad yourself," said Professor Yang Ping.

All three of them laughed.

At 6:40, Professor Yang Ping arrived home.

Xiao Su was already up and heating milk in the kitchen. Seeing him enter, she sized him up, "Went for a run?"

"Ran five kilometers at a pace of four fifty, ran with Weber and Manstein."

"Did they keep up with you?"

"Couldn’t keep up, but they finished."

Xiao Su handed him the heated milk, "Take a shower, then come have breakfast."

Professor Yang Ping showered, changed into clean clothes, and sat down at the dining table. Xiao Su had already set out breakfast: millet porridge, a boiled egg, a dish of pickled vegetables, and half an apple.

Professor Yang Ping has a relatively large appetite; even though he had already eaten one meal, he could still eat now.

"While running with them, don’t go too fast; those two old folks are stubborn and strong-willed. If they have heart problems, it’ll be troublesome," Xiao Su said, pushing half an apple toward him.

Professor Yang Ping ate half the apple, and Xiao Su ate the other half.

Professor Yang Ping thought Xiao Su’s reminder was right, he had forgotten about it, and next time he would definitely slow down and let the two old men follow more steadily.

At eight o’clock in the morning, Professor Yang Ping walked into the institute building.

When the elevator door opened, he saw Tang Shun standing in the hallway, making a phone call. After Tang Shun hung up, he turned to see Professor Yang Ping, his expression shifting from calm to something indescribable.

"Professor, Weber’s paper was accepted; ’Journal of Biochemistry’ accepted it directly."

Professor Yang Ping picked up his phone and sent Weber two words: "Congratulations."

Weber replied immediately with four words: "Thank you, Professor."

Professor Yang Ping entered the office and opened the computer. In the inbox was a new email from the ’Cell’ editorial department. He opened it and found a letter personally written by the chief editor.

"Esteemed Professor Yang Ping:

Regarding your submitted paper ’Repair Mechanisms: The Network Mechanism of Endogenous Repair after Tissue Damage,’ I have completed the preliminary review. This is a very important discovery, potentially altering our understanding of tissue repair. After discussions with the editorial board, we have decided to send this paper for review and expedite the review process. The estimated review cycle is two weeks."

Professor Yang Ping read this letter twice. Then he picked up his phone and sent a message to Tang Shun: "’Cell’ sent for review, expedited."

Tang Shun replied immediately: "Good news."

"Don’t spread it yet."

"Understood."

At noon, while eating in the institute’s cafeteria, Professor Yang Ping bumped into Manstein.

Manstein sat across from him with a tray. His movements were slightly slower than usual, probably still feeling the fatigue from running in the morning.

"Are your legs sore?" Professor Yang Ping asked.

"Yes," Manstein said, "the front of the thighs, back of the calves, all sore."

"It’ll be sorer tomorrow, but begin to alleviate the day after, and by the third day, you’ll be fine."

Manstein forked a lump of Italian pasta, chewing slowly, "Every morning after running, you don’t feel sore?"

"I’ve adapted. The body’s adaptability is stronger than you imagine. Keep running for two weeks at the same pace and distance, and it won’t be sore. But running has to be gradual, matching your heart condition; don’t force yourself to increase the pace."

Manstein looked at him, shook his head, "When you run a marathon, what do you think about in the last ten kilometers?"

Professor Yang Ping thought for a while.

"Think about pace, think about breathing, think about stride rate, think about the rhythm for the next kilometer, think about how far the supply point is."

"Don’t think about the finish line?"

"No, thinking about the finish line doesn’t help; it won’t make you run faster. What can make you faster is the step you’re taking right now."

Manstein held his fork, silent for a long time.

At two in the afternoon, Professor Yang Ping went to neurosurgery.

Lin Xiaoyu’s second K Therapy infusion was scheduled for three in the afternoon, and he arrived an hour early. In the ward, Lin Xiaoyu leaned against the bed, a textbook opened in front of her. Her mother sat by the bed, holding a half-peeled apple.

"Professor Yang," Lin Xiaoyu saw Professor Yang Ping, her voice stronger than when they first met.

"Reading?" Professor Yang Ping walked over, glanced at the textbook cover - eighth-grade mathematics, second volume.

"Yes, next month’s monthly exam, I want to participate."

Professor Yang Ping looked at her, a twelve-year-old girl with a tumor in her brainstem, wanting to take a monthly exam.

"Now when you do math problems, is your mind clear?"

"Clear, much clearer than before the first infusion. Before, when doing problems, my mind felt foggy, but now the fog has lifted."

Professor Yang Ping nodded.

At three in the afternoon, the infusion began on schedule, with Lu Xiaolu personally operating it. Professor Yang Ping stood by, without intervening.

Halfway through the infusion, Xu Zhiliang appeared at the ward door, motioning to Professor Yang Ping.

Professor Yang Ping walked out, and Xu Zhiliang led him to the office, opened the MRI images on the computer.

"Look here..." Xu Zhiliang moved the mouse to the tumor’s central area, drawing a small circle.

In the central area of the tumor, on the T2-weighted image, appeared a small high-signal focus, about 3 millimeters, with clear boundaries and surrounded by a ring of low-signal aura.

"Necrosis?" asked Professor Yang Ping.

"I... also think... so. The K Therapy... activated the... apoptosis program of tumor cells, and cells... undergoing apoptosis... will form... necrotic focus."

Professor Yang Ping stared at that 3-millimeter necrotic focus for about ten seconds.

"Is this newly appeared?"

"Wasn’t there... last time."

Professor Yang Ping straightened, walked two steps in the office.

"Continue treatment. Do another MRI before the next infusion, see how the necrotic focus changes."

"Okay!"

At six in the evening, the institute’s cafeteria was booked by Manstein; he was hosting a dinner, with the chefs preparing a Xinjiang roasted lamb feast.

When Professor Yang Ping arrived, Weber, Manstein, and Tang Shun were already seated, but Lu Xiaolu had a small task to handle and hadn’t arrived yet.

"Where’s Xiao Lu?" Professor Yang Ping sat down.

"Got a bit of unfinished business, will be here soon!" Tang Shun poured him a cup of brick tea.

Weber picked up a skewer of lamb, handed it to Professor Yang Ping. Professor Yang Ping took it, took a bite.

"How is it?" Weber asked.

"Delicious!"

The four of them clinked glasses. The bitter taste of Wusu beer surprisingly left a faint sweetness in the mouth after swallowing.

Weber set down his glass, looked at Professor Yang Ping, "Professor, when you run a marathon, what do you think about in the last ten kilometers?"

Manstein also put down the roasted bun, looking at Professor Yang Ping. Manstein had asked the same question at noon, but Weber didn’t know, and both were waiting for the same answer.

Professor Yang Ping thought for a moment, and the answer remained the same.

"Think about breathing, think about stride rate, think about the supply point, think about the pace for the next kilometer."

"Don’t think about the finish line?"

"No, thinking about the finish line won’t make you run faster. What can make you faster is the step you’re taking right now."

Weber held his drink, silent for a long time.

"Is it the same for research?" he asked.

"It’s the same for research," Professor Yang Ping nodded, picked up his glass, and took a big sip.

"In China, we have a saying: Focus only on climbing without worrying about the mountain’s height!"

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