godfather of surgery

Chapter 1263 Young Talents
The young researcher frowned, his tone extremely serious: "No appointment? No approval? No visitor pass?"

"I'm sorry, but the lab has strict regulations. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter, especially in areas involving core technologies and critical data. Please leave immediately, or I will call security."

Idle people waiting?

Wherever a leader goes, he is always surrounded by admirers and entourage. He has never been treated as an outsider. The childlike expectation and curiosity on his face froze instantly, and a hint of offended anger flashed across his eyes.

However, he immediately realized that his expression was wrong, so he took a deep breath, remembered the original purpose of his trip and his promise to "not talk back when insulted or hit back", and forcibly suppressed the discomfort, only his mouth twitched slightly.

Dean Xia's heart was in his throat. He quickly stepped forward, leaning slightly forward, and forced a stiff smile: "Excuse me, student, let me explain, we really are..."

"Who is your classmate?" The researcher interrupted Dean Xia rudely, his tone harsh, carrying the stubbornness unique to researchers and an almost rigid respect for rules. "Please show your identification! Work ID! National ID!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear.
The leader subconsciously touched the inside pocket of his jacket and the pockets of his pants, but they were empty.

Given his status, his documents and mobile phone are usually kept safe by his entourage, and he almost never carries these "burdens" with him. So where would he get these documents now?

Dean Xia usually carries his Sanbo Hospital work ID with him, but this time he didn't bring it and instead locked it in his desk drawer.

"We...we didn't bring our identification." Dean Xia stammered, his face burning red.

"Don't have your ID? Wait a minute, don't go yet!" The researcher deftly pulled out his phone and cautiously moved a few steps aside, blocking the corridor leading to the door where they were about to leave.

"Comrade... calm down! Please calm down!" The leader was also a little anxious when he saw that the other party was really about to press the shortcut number to the security office.

If a few security guards were to "invite" them out of the lab, how embarrassing would that be in front of everyone?
If this gets out, losing face is a minor issue compared to the fact that it violates the initial "don't disturb" image. If the intention was not to disturb, why sneak in for an inspection? What was the purpose of this? This incident has instantly shattered the good image that was built up.

He tried to make his smile appear gentler and more sincere, with the tolerance of an elder for a younger person. "We really didn't mean any harm. Look at our age and our attire, do we look like bad people? We just wanted to experience the research atmosphere of our top-notch laboratory."

Upon hearing this, the researcher looked them up and down even more carefully.

The leader wore a dark jacket of ordinary material but with a good fit, his hair was neatly combed, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a refined and scholarly air; Dean Xia, on the other hand, looked like a typical scholar, but his physique was indeed a bit too burly, making him appear rather large and unwieldy.

They certainly don't look like the sneaky villains in movies, but do villains have their true colors written on their faces? Often, villains look better than good people. The researchers are trained, so how can they be fooled by a few words? Once they step out of this door, they might disappear without a trace. Who will take responsibility if something goes wrong?

The researcher dialed the number on his phone while simultaneously preparing to call his colleagues in the lab for help, lest the two men, in desperation, resort to any extreme or harmful actions.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Dean Xia's mind went blank. He didn't care about anything else and took a step forward, almost whispering in the researcher's ear, "I am Dean Xia Changjiang! One of our own!"

We absolutely cannot let this kid cause trouble. It would be bad if Tang Shun found out about this. Tang Shun is Yang Ping's loyal subordinate, and he will definitely tell Yang Ping about it. If he tells Yang Ping that the leader and he secretly sneaked into the laboratory for an inspection, it would be extremely easy to cause misunderstandings and be seen as covert surveillance. The good image of "not interfering" that we have built up will collapse.

The two leaders were thinking the same thing; as leaders, their image is extremely important.

If this matter were to be made public, it would have been better to have come in openly for inspection in the first place. At least there would have been no misunderstandings, and at most, people would have said that bureaucracy was affecting the normal operation of the laboratory.

The researcher stopped typing on his phone, abruptly turned his head, and stared wide-eyed at Dean Xia's face, which was flushed with tension and embarrassment. His eyes were full of suspicion: "Dean Xia?"

He had heard of Dean Xia, but he didn't recall ever seeing him in person. These researchers spent almost all their time in the lab, and Dean Xia didn't come to the lab often. Some researchers, especially the new ones, didn't even know Dean Xia.

He looked Dean Xia up and down again. To be honest, he didn't know Dean Xia. This was a very important laboratory area, which always maintained a relaxed and free environment. The dean rarely came to the laboratory.

However, he had heard stories about the muscular men at Sanbo Hospital. The middle-aged man in front of him was tall, nearly 1.9 meters, and his torso and limbs were incredibly thick. He really did resemble the legendary muscular hospital director.

The researcher began to hesitate. If it really was Dean Xia, it would be inappropriate to arrest him as a thief, and it would cause a misunderstanding.

At that moment, Zhang Lin, who had just been giving a passionate speech in the office area, noticed the unusual situation in this corner. He hurriedly came out and took a closer look at the two people who had been stopped by researcher Xiao Chen. His mouth gaped open so wide that he could fit an apple in it, and he almost shouted out the words "Dean Xia" on the spot.

"Hospital, hospital, hospital... Xia... Xia..." Zhang Lin's tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

When Dean Xia saw Zhang Lin, it was as if he had seen a savior, or perhaps a jinx; his feelings were complex and hard to describe. He quickly fixed Zhang Lin with a sharp gaze, then shook his head slightly and winked, signaling him not to make a sound.

Zhang Lin, though usually carefree and talkative like a radio broadcaster, has a lightning-fast mind when it matters. He instantly "filled in" the gist of the situation—the dean was accompanying a mysterious bigwig on an incognito visit, only to be mistaken for a thief and cornered by this hothead, who then threatened to call security!
Damn, his ability to fill in the gaps in his intelligence at this moment was put to full use. Dean Xia had been caught by young PhDs before.

In a flash, Zhang Lin had a brilliant idea and grabbed the researcher's hand as he was about to make a phone call: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Upon recognizing Zhang Lin, the researcher immediately abandoned his plan to make the call: "Professor Zhang? You...you know them?"

Zhang Lin rushed forward, grabbed the researcher's shoulder without a word, and pulled him a few steps away, deliberately lowering his voice: "You little brat! You've gotten yourself into big trouble! This is an observer from above, secretly! Do you understand? They're here specifically to check the safety management of our lab."

"An observer? A secret one?" The researcher was skeptical, his gaze shifting between the leader's bewildered expression and Dean Xia's awkward demeanor.

“Why weren’t the observers notified in advance? Why weren’t they even given a basic visitor’s pass? This isn’t in accordance with procedure!” He still felt something was wrong. Procedural justice was deeply ingrained in his mind; it was difficult to get this kind of stubborn person to change his mind quickly. “Hey! Brother!” Zhang Lin slapped the researcher on the shoulder forcefully, “If they had given advance notice, would it still be called a secret inspection?”

"Look closely, the person accompanying you is Director Xia from our Sanbo Hospital. If you don't believe me, you can easily search for him on your phone and compare it with the photo."

The researchers trusted Zhang Lin, who was known for his excellent information network. If he said it was a secret investigation, then it was a secret investigation. Professor Zhang had inside information; who else could they trust but him?

Although Teacher Zhang likes to broadcast everywhere, the inside information he broadcasts is very reliable, and he never talks nonsense.

"Remember, this is a secret between you and me. Keep it absolutely confidential, don't tell anyone, understand? Secrecy is one of the lab's rules, get it?"

Zhang Lin didn't forget to take the opportunity to use PUA tactics, leaving Xiao Chen completely bewildered.

Although the voice was very soft, Dean Xia and the leaders nearby heard it clearly. Dean Xia was amazed by Zhang Lin's comprehension ability. He didn't say anything, just gave a few winks, and Zhang Lin actually knew to keep his identity a secret.

To be able to recognize the current situation in such a short time requires a high level of judgment. Dean Xia couldn't help but think more highly of Zhang Lin, who was usually a big mouth. It seemed that his ability to stay in the research institute to do odd jobs was not entirely due to currying favor with powerful figures; he did have some special abilities.

Researcher Chen, after being coaxed and intimidated by Zhang Lin, lost some of his initial confidence. However, the young man's sense of responsibility and stubbornness still held sway. He muttered softly, but persistently, "Even observers can't break safety regulations. Regulations are regulations; no one is exempt. They didn't notify me; how was I supposed to know there was some secret inspection today? Besides, this automated microplate reader suddenly broke down. I urgently need to measure the IL-6 concentration in these few bottles of cell culture supernatant; I need the data tonight. I'm so stressed..."

Upon hearing this, the leader had an idea. He felt that this was a perfect opportunity to break the deadlock, ease the atmosphere, and at the same time demonstrate a people-friendly image.

He glanced at the equipment in the next room, then immediately stepped forward, his face gentle and understanding, and asked with concern, "Is the instrument broken? Is it this latest fully automated microplate reader? What exactly is the problem? What error code is it displaying? I used to work with these kinds of instruments a lot when I was in the lab, so I'm quite familiar with this model. Maybe I can help you take a look."

His words were intended to naturally shift the topic from "identity check" to "technical issues," thus easing the current awkwardness.

As he spoke, he turned and walked into the room, with a natural, warm feeling, like an old researcher revisiting a bygone era, reaching out to touch the touch panel of the instrument that was flashing error messages.

"do not move!"

The researcher immediately caught up and shouted it out.

This stems from an almost instinctive desire to protect the precision instruments. The casual touching by a stranger could introduce static electricity, stains, or even more complex malfunctions, which is a major taboo in laboratory management.

The leader's hand froze abruptly and awkwardly in mid-air, and the air in the entire space seemed to solidify once again.

"I'm sorry, non-laboratory researchers are not allowed to touch the experimental equipment; it's our policy." The researcher stood protectively beside the equipment, his tone much calmer this time, without the sternness from before.

The leader nodded, lowered his awkward hand, and with a gentle expression and a hint of appreciation, patted the researcher's shoulder lightly, full of encouragement and reassurance: "Young man, I'm sorry, I was a bit abrupt just now. You did the right thing! Very good! The safety and confidentiality of the laboratory require young people like you who uphold principles and have a strong sense of responsibility. Everyone is equal before the rules; there are no exceptions. You've given this 'old comrade' a solid lesson today."

He glanced at the still silent microplate reader again and earnestly instructed, "If there's a problem with the instrument, report it for repair as soon as possible according to the proper procedures. Don't delay the important experimental schedule."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dean Xia immediately grabbed the leader's hand: "They are quite busy and need to repair the machine now, so let's not disturb them. Let's go back first. Teacher Zhang, can you take us out for a bit?"

Zhang Lin was quick-witted and immediately told the researcher, "Hurry up and call for maintenance. Stay here and don't wander off. I'll be right back to help you."

Then he led Dean Xia and the leaders through the corridor and out of the laboratory.

Zhang Lin led the way and escorted them out of the research institute building. At this point, the leader realized that Zhang Lin looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, he finally remembered that he was the passionate and talented young man surrounded by a crowd.

"Dean Xia, isn't this young man the one who gave that passionate speech we just saw?"

Dean Xia was caught in a dilemma, unable to say yes or no, so he could only nod vaguely, hoping to let the matter drop.

However, the leaders clearly valued this young talent. He was not only an outstanding young talent, but he had also cleverly helped them out of a predicament, understanding Dean Xia's meaning in time and not exposing Dean Xia and the leaders.

"Young man, are you busy right now? If you're not, how about we go back to the dean's office for a cup of tea and a chat?" The leader looked Zhang Lin up and down; his passionate speech had deeply impressed him.

"Come on, take him back to your office, we'll talk again." The leader waved his hand, not waiting for Zhang Lin's reply.

Dean Xia gave Zhang Lin a wink, signaling him to find an opportunity to retreat in time and not to follow them to the office to chat with the leaders.

Zhang Lin was completely unaware of what was going on and did not understand Dean Xia's meaning at all. He excitedly followed Dean Xia and the leaders.

He could tell who this leader was. Unlike those researchers who stayed in the lab all day, only knowing how to do experiments and knowing nothing about what was happening outside, he was different.

Zhang Lin is the head of the intelligence department at Sanbo Hospital; how could he not know who this leader is?