godfather of surgery

Chapter 1262 Is this what a top-tier laboratory looks like?
This unannounced visit by the leader wasn't just driven by curiosity; he also had another purpose: to see what the researchers at this top research institute were like in their most natural state, because their true spirit and energy are often hidden in some unintentional details.

The leader knew very well that when he went out to inspect, it was not really an inspection at all, but rather watching a performance. Everything was arranged in advance, the people he met were pre-arranged, the words he spoke were memorized, and even the seemingly unexpected and impromptu events were carefully planned. How could such inspections reveal the true situation?

To my surprise, the first time I heard him speak in real language, he said, "He's a sleazy old man with no leadership qualities."

Well, he decided not to argue with these juniors. If it weren't so awkward, he would have liked to keep listening to what truths these two might have to say. The leader followed Dean Xia out of the changing room. At the door, Dean Xia lowered his voice and confirmed again, "Leader, we've agreed that we'll sneak in, and we absolutely mustn't disturb them." He was genuinely worried that alerting them might cause some unexpected complications that would embarrass the leader.

The leader nodded, a hint of childlike expectation and slyness on his face: "Don't worry, I'll obediently follow you, just watch and not say a word. If anything unexpected happens, I won't talk back or fight back."

Their consensus was reinforced once again. They pushed open the heavy fire door with extremely light movements and walked very carefully.

Through the transparent glass wall, Dean Xia and the leaders could see what was happening inside the laboratory, which was divided into an office area and an experimental area. The office area was no different from an ordinary office area; people were gathered in twos and threes, perhaps discussing some technical difficulties, while others sat quietly thinking about the data on their computers, and still others were rapidly typing on the keyboard, their movements appearing extremely fast.

Looking at the experimental area, researchers are wearing white lab coats. Some are walking among various instruments and equipment, some are operating precision instruments with great concentration, and some are staring intently at the dense data curves on the computer screen.

Anyway, no one is looking up at the outside. Focused, dedicated, and full of energy, this is what a top-notch laboratory should look like.

The leader and Dean Xia exchanged glances, both reading satisfaction in each other's eyes.

The young man, in particular, was intently staring at the computer screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard. His dedication and focus deeply impressed the leader, who couldn't even see the image clearly because of the glare on the screen.

The leader took a few steps, adjusted his angle, and looked at the young man's computer screen. He adjusted his glasses. The computer screen looked nice, but it was damn unfamiliar. He had never seen research software with this kind of visual quality when he was still working on the front lines of scientific research.

Could this be the legendary independently designed research software they were talking about? The leader couldn't help but take a few more glances. This interface was much more beautiful than the foreign research software he was familiar with. The interfaces of those foreign software were very simple and had no artistic research feel at all. Look at this software, the screen is very artistic and makes people feel very comfortable.

Dean Xia was also quite curious about what the leader was looking at. He moved to the same angle as the leader, and when he recognized the scene, his face flushed. Good heavens, playing games during work hours! Isn't this clearly a game scene?

"Sir, this..." The leader gestured for silence, then pulled Dean Xia aside. This place wasn't a glass wall, so it was safer.

With a hint of surprise, the leader said, "Dean Xia, Sanbo Laboratory truly lives up to its reputation as a top-tier laboratory. I heard that they have designed their own research software that can replace the original foreign software. I didn't expect the interface to be so beautiful. I imagine the user experience must be excellent. I would really like to try it if I have the chance."

Dean Xia was taken aback at first, then understood what was going on. He nodded and said, "Yes, the software design is indeed beautiful..."

"If I have the chance, I'd love to try out this domestically developed software. I haven't done any experiments in so many years, and I'm really itching to get started," the leader said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. He also hoped that Dean Xia could arrange a hands-on experience for him.

Dean Xia shook his head and said in a low voice, "Sir, we had an agreement that we could only look, not speak, and certainly not lay a hand on anyone. How could you forget that as soon as you came in?"

The leader paused for a moment, then immediately remembered the nature and rules of the trip, and said with a hint of regret, "Let's go and see what's ahead."

This is a cell laboratory. The technology for culturing muscle from stem cells comes from this laboratory. It is a practical application of the spatial orientation theory, which is the very achievement that earned Professor Yang the Nobel Prize. The Nobel Prize is absolutely world-class in terms of prestige, although many people have said in recent years that the Nobel Prize is insignificant.

The leaders couldn't help but feel a sense of awe, and they spent a relatively long time in this laboratory.

The laboratory is filled with incubators that look like something out of science fiction, where various cells are being cultured using stem cells. Currently, the only organ that can be cultured in the laboratory is muscle. As this technology develops, it will be possible to culture the heart, kidneys, liver, and so on. At that time, people will be able to get organ transplants whenever they want, as convenient as replacing parts in an appliance, and without the need to take anti-immune rejection drugs.

Passing by the laboratory, we arrived at another office area. The office areas and laboratories are arranged alternately, with one laboratory corresponding to one office area.

The office area was quite lively, with more than a dozen people gathered together discussing some topic. Although the leaders couldn't hear the discussion through the glass, they could tell from their expressions that everyone was focused and had a hint of eagerness in their eyes.

The young man giving the speech looked expressive and passionate. Every now and then, someone would lean forward and ask a question with great anticipation. The speaker would answer immediately, and the person next to him would instantly look enlightened.

What a group of passionate young people! Especially the young man giving the speech, whose acne hadn't faded yet, lecturing to so many people—he must be a promising young pillar of society.

"What's that young man's name?" The leader noticed this passionate young man; this was exactly how a young person should be.

Dean Xia craned his neck and peered through the glass wall. Good heavens, it was none other than Zhang Lin, the super-loud broadcaster from Sanbo. Thinking of Zhang Lin, Dean Xia felt a surge of anger and wanted to slap him across the face; he'd even imitated him last time.

"This young man must be a key member of the research institute?" The leader was very interested in him. He was so young, yet so popular, and so generous in sharing his knowledge with everyone. He was definitely a key member. Moreover, this young man had an extraordinary presence; he was very confident and passionate, clearly having a burning passion for scientific research.

Dean Xia looked at it carefully again, thinking about how to respond. He couldn't very well tell the truth and say that this kid was telling everyone gossip during work hours.

"Yes, that's right. He's a key member of our team, and he even co-authored a book with a colleague, filling a gap in the world's knowledge." Dean Xia stammered, his answer somewhat awkward. The leader pointed a few times in the air and said, "Dean Xia, you're too modest. You're too reserved when introducing these talented young people, always so cautious. You should be bolder. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that if I find out, you'll help others poach your talent?"

Dean Xia nodded slightly, his face flushed a little, but he hadn't lied to his superiors.

Zhang Lin was also a key member of the research institute, managing visiting doctors and interns in the clinical wards. He could be considered a backbone member. He and Lu Xiaowu co-authored a book called "Retractor Surgery," which was indeed the world's first monograph on retractor surgery, filling a gap in the field.

The leader nodded with appreciation: "The atmosphere here is great. Look, everyone's eyes are shining, everyone is full of thirst for knowledge. This is how scientific research should be done."

"These guys often argue heatedly over a single issue, sometimes even banging on the table while eating in the cafeteria. But it's all academic debate. They get along very well in private, and when they get together, they share their experimental experiences. Look, they're sharing their experimental experiences right now."

"Yes," the leader nodded in satisfaction. "This trip was worthwhile. If we had come to inspect in a grand and formal manner, it would have disrupted their normal work, and we certainly wouldn't have seen such vivid scenes."

"Let's go, continue..."

Along the way, Dean Xia made sure to give a brief introduction, such as mentioning that the confocal microscope was a state-of-the-art domestic model, not far behind top international brands; that the K-therapy for tumor treatment was internationally leading, an original and cutting-edge tumor treatment technology with extremely broad prospects; and that a certain research institute had recently published a groundbreaking paper in the journal *Nature*. The leader listened with great interest, occasionally asking a knowledgeable question, such as whether the animal model for this experiment would use gene knockout or transplanted tumors, and what stage the clinical trials had reached, demonstrating that he was not a novice in the forefront of current medical research.

Their secret investigation went unusually smoothly. Everyone in the lab was immersed in their own world. Occasionally, someone would look up and glance at them indifferently, perhaps assuming they were scholars from other universities or research institutes, or simply engineers from an equipment company, before going back to their own work.

This feeling of being completely ignored was quite novel for a leader who was usually the center of attention wherever he went. This made the leader even more certain that this "undercover visit" was absolutely correct and should have been done a long time ago.

"Looks like our operation was a success!" the leader said cautiously to the dean, his tone relaxed and slightly teasing.

Dean Xia also breathed a sigh of relief: "These kids only care about experiments. It's not just you. Many of the new PhDs here don't even know me. That's why I was caught and given a good scolding here."

As they talked, they couldn't help but chuckle softly. Before they knew it, they had arrived near a public instrument area in a corner, where some large, shared equipment was placed, such as flow cytometers and high-performance liquid chromatographs.

A very young-looking PhD or postdoctoral researcher was frowning, fiddling with an automated microplate reader, as if the instrument had malfunctioned. The researcher looked very frustrated; several vials of cell culture supernatant lay beside him, clearly indicating he was anxious to determine the concentration of a certain cytokine.

As the leader and Dean Xia passed by, they glanced over there subconsciously. The researcher suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over them, his eyes filled with doubt and vigilance.

Dean Xia's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. This young researcher was a complete stranger; Dean Xia didn't recognize him, and he probably didn't recognize Dean Xia either. Judging from that fearless, headstrong look in his eyes, he was definitely a stubborn fellow, someone with a strong sense of responsibility who placed exceptional importance on experimental safety and data confidentiality.

Sure enough, the young man strode over and blocked their path, cutting off their way to the exit.

"Who are you?"

The young man's voice was accusatory, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Dean Xia and the leaders with obvious suspicion, "I've never seen you before? Who are you?"

Dean Xia looked utterly embarrassed. He opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know how to introduce himself. He simply said, "I am Dean Xia, and this is so-and-so, the leader." The so-called secret investigation turned into a joke, making it seem as if he was deliberately mocking the researchers or conducting some kind of secret investigation.

The leader was also slightly taken aback. He did not expect to be stopped at the last moment. Given his status, he was always surrounded by people wherever he went, and he had never been questioned like this before. But he immediately remembered the original purpose of his trip - to observe the real situation and respect the researchers.

He absolutely cannot put on airs of leadership at this time, and in a sense, the researcher's vigilance is precisely a sign of his responsibility to the job.

"Um... well... we... we're here to visit and learn!" Dean Xia tried to stop the explanation, forcing a slightly stiff smile.

However, this excuse is rather weak, because the laboratory will notify everyone in advance of any visits or learning opportunities, so that everyone is aware of the situation and to prevent unauthorized personnel from taking advantage of the situation.

"Visit and learn?" the researcher scoffed.

"Visits and learning sessions require prior application to the lab office, as well as our safety training. You also need someone we arrange to accompany you throughout the visit. Do you have an appointment? Who approved it? Which professor did you contact? What about your visitor pass?"

A barrage of questions came at Dean Xia, who was a little overwhelmed. He couldn't very well say that he had approved his own application. As for visitor passes, that was out of the question. It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, and he hadn't even thought about getting visitor passes.

Seeing this, the leader tried to ease the tension. He maintained a gentle smile and said in a consultative tone, "Comrade, we're just taking a look around to get a feel for our lab's research environment and working conditions. Please rest assured, we won't disturb you and will absolutely not touch any equipment or samples."

He specifically emphasized "not to touch" to indicate that they would strictly adhere to laboratory safety rules.