godfather of surgery

Chapter 1269 You guys are awesome
A few days after Chen Xiao arrived at the Sanbo Research Institute.

In front of the gate of the Sanbo Research Institute, several black cars came to a smooth stop. The doors opened, and Yang Ping quickly went to greet them.

Accompanied by Professor Su Qingyun, Dean Xia Changjiang, and others, the two sprightly elderly men came down.

One was Professor Liang from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, who came all the way from Beijing, and the other was Academician Xiang from Nanjing Medical University.

The two academicians met today with only one purpose—to witness firsthand the groundbreaking achievements of Yang Ping's team.

Looking at the brand-new research institute building before him, Old Xiang's gaze was complex. A few months ago, it was in that old study that he was moved by a piece of material and made that crucial phone call overnight. Now, he was personally standing on the front line of this battle to break down barriers.

"Professor Xiang, Professor Liang, you must be tired from your journey." Yang Ping stepped forward, shook hands with the two, and then respectfully helped the eldest, Academician Xiang, to his feet.

"It's no trouble at all." Academician Xiang waved his hand, his voice loud and clear, with the straightforwardness of an old-fashioned intellectual. "We heard that you've made a big splash here, and we two old folks couldn't wait to come and see for ourselves. Before, you were so busy that it was like a battle, and we didn't dare to bother you. Now that we've heard that you've made a breakthrough, we can't worry about anything else. We have to come and see for ourselves to feel at ease."

Xiang Wangshan didn't speak, but patted Yang Ping's arm forcefully, everything was understood without words.

Without much small talk, the group headed straight for the laboratory, changed into lab coats, and stepped into the air shower. The two elderly people slowed their pace as they entered the laboratory.

The laboratory was orderly, with the soft hum of the instruments providing background noise. The researchers, each performing their duties, stopped their work and respectfully greeted the two academicians as they entered. Academicians Liang and Xiang smiled and nodded in response, but their attention was immediately drawn to the stable operation of the equipment.

The signs clearly displayed the domestic brands "Ruixing Medical," "Jiteng Technology," and "Zhongke Instrument." Yang Ping walked to the side and took on the role of the guide. His voice was steady, without any boasting, only clear statements.

"Mr. Xiang, Mr. Liang, this is our high-throughput gene editing verification platform." Yang Ping pointed to a row of automated liquid handling workstations and fluorescence analyzers produced by Ruixing Medical. "It uses domestically produced high-precision servo motors and optical detection modules, achieving the international mainstream level in throughput, but reducing costs by 60%. The key is that all software interfaces and databases are completely independent, and data security is controllable."

Academician Liang leaned closer to look at the real-time updated cell transfection efficiency data on the screen, nodded, remained silent, and continued walking forward.

"This is the core cell function analysis area." Yang Ping led them to several compact pieces of equipment. "This is a deconvolution microscope developed in collaboration with Geteng Technology. The core optical lens and CCD are all domestically produced. Next to it is the latest prototype of the single-cell sequencer from CAS Instruments. Our team participated in the testing of some of its application scenarios."

Academician Xiang Wangshan stopped in front of a running single-cell sequencer. His hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing against the slightly frosted, domestically-made logo on the side of the instrument. He remembered clearly how much foreign exchange his lab had spent decades ago to purchase an imported single-cell sequencer, how many complicated approval processes it had undergone, only to receive a version with some features removed.

Today, machines built by the Chinese themselves are running stably here, supporting the world's most cutting-edge scientific research.

"How's the accuracy and stability?" Old Xiang's voice was hoarse.

"After three consecutive months of extreme stress testing, key indicators such as sequencing read length, effective cell capture rate, and background noise control have all reached or even exceeded those of top international products in the same category." Yang Ping's answer was clear and affirmative. "Especially in background noise control, our algorithm and reagent formulation have unique advantages, and the data signal-to-noise ratio has been improved by about eight percent."

Mr. Xiang nodded slowly, removed his hand from the logo, put it behind his back, and clenched it into a fist.

Yang Ping continued to guide them on a more in-depth tour, showcasing key data obtained by his team using these domestically produced devices in the "vaccine enhancer" project. A huge electronic screen displayed crystal-clear diagrams of the dynamic changes in the genome structure of vaccines and enhancers, as well as quantitative analysis results of the precise editing and regulation of target gene expression.

"Based on our fully domestically produced platform, we have successfully recombined X-2 and combined it with a vaccine." Yang Ping pulled up a set of animal experiment data. "The data in primate experiments are very encouraging. The immune enhancement effect is significant compared to the control group, and the side effects are lower."

Data is cold, but it is also the most powerful.

Professor Liang put on his reading glasses and practically hunched over the screen, scrutinizing the complex data charts line by line. He examined them with extreme care, occasionally posing several highly professional and incisive questions that directly addressed the key aspects of experimental design and data interpretation. Yang Ping answered each question meticulously, with rigorous logic and ample data support.

After a long while, Old Liang straightened up, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed his sore eyes. He didn't look at Yang Ping, but turned to Xiang Wangshan beside him.

“Old Xiang,” Liang’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a heavy, penetrating force, “Do you see that? The three-dimensional genome structure… Back then, we couldn’t even imagine it.” Academician Xiang Wangshan didn’t answer immediately. His gaze slowly moved from the data on the screen to the busy, young faces in the laboratory, to the quietly operating equipment bearing the domestic label, and finally settled on Yang Ping’s confident and determined face.

He saw Chen Xiao, the young man he had personally requested and sent by Li Mingda. At that moment, Chen Xiao was focused on recording data in front of another device, his eyes full of light.

In an instant, countless fragments of memories flooded my mind: the embarrassment and humiliation of being unable to access core instruments in a foreign laboratory because of my nationality when I was a visiting scholar; the helplessness of having to submit reports and beg for help at every level in order to obtain a second-hand imported centrifuge; the sighs of countless late nights with colleagues around the blueprints, trying to imitate it, but always failing due to the gap in basic industries...

Their generation struggled and fought their whole lives, yet they were never able to completely escape the situation of being "controlled by others." The feeling of having core technologies in the hands of others and having their lifeline held by others was like a thorn in their heart, causing them dull pain for decades.

And today, here, in this laboratory built by the Chinese themselves, equipped with equipment manufactured by the Chinese themselves, and guided by the Chinese themselves, he witnessed with his own eyes this thorn being forcibly removed!
A vaccine enhancer that could benefit millions of people has been completely and firmly in the hands of the Chinese people, from theory and tools to final implementation.

Academician Xiang Wangshan's lips began to tremble slightly. He wanted to say something, to comment on this remarkable achievement, to encourage these outstanding younger generations, but something seemed to be tightly blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound. His eyes, which had witnessed nearly a century of vicissitudes and were once cloudy but now unusually clear, quickly gathered moisture, and then two streams of hot tears unexpectedly slid down the deep wrinkles on his face.

He didn't wipe away the tears, letting them flow freely. They weren't tears of sorrow, but tears of release and liberation from decades of pent-up expectations, resentment, humiliation, and struggle; tears of immense joy and excitement at seeing his unfinished work and the nation's dream become reality in the hands of the younger generation.

Seeing the tears on his old friend's face, Professor Liang's own eyes instantly reddened. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, and reached out his age-spotted hand to firmly grasp Xiang Wangshan's slightly trembling arm.

"Looking at the mountain..." Old Liang's voice choked with emotion, "What we...we couldn't do, the children...did!"

These words seemed to drain all of Academician Xiang's strength. He nodded heavily, tears streaming down his face. The two white-haired elders stood supporting each other in the center of the laboratory, letting their tears flow freely.

All the researchers gathered around, forming a circle. Among them were Professor Yang Ping, Professor Su Qingyun, and Dean Xia, all standing quietly without uttering a sound. Everyone understood the feelings of the two elderly people at that moment; their tears weighed heavier than a thousand pounds.

After a long while, Academician Xiang Wangshan forcefully wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve. He broke free from Professor Liang's support, straightened his slightly hunched back, and walked up to Yang Ping.

He said nothing, but simply raised his hand and straightened Yang Ping's already neat white coat collar, his movements slow and solemn.

Then he took a step back, faced Yang Ping and all the young researchers behind Yang Ping, and slowly, but with all his might, bowed.

"Children... thank you!" The old man's voice was hoarse, but full of deep affection. "You have supported the backbone of our country's scientific research. You are all outstanding!"

Yang Ping's eyes instantly reddened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support Elder Xiang: "Elder Xiang, you're too kind! This is what we should do. Only by standing on the shoulders of your predecessors can we see further."

Professor Liang stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the room, his voice regaining its composure: "Yang Ping, Professor Xiang is right. What you have achieved is not only a technological breakthrough, but also spiritual independence. From now on, no one in this field can hold us back. You have successfully paved this path of self-reliance, and you must continue to walk it firmly, making it wider and farther!"

"Please rest assured, elders!" Yang Ping's voice was firm and resolute. "'Breaking through the barrier' is not the end, but just the beginning. We will do our utmost."

In the laboratory, someone started clapping. At first, it was sporadic, but then thunderous applause resounded throughout the space and lasted for a long time. This applause was for the achievements, for the fulfillment of the older generation's long-cherished wish, and even more so for the innovative path they were walking on, which, though full of thorns, would surely become wider and wider.

"Chen Xiao, come here." Academician Xiang beckoned and called Chen Xiao over from the crowd.

"This is... Chen Xiao?" Professor Liang was quite surprised. "He's back?"

"This is Professor Liang." Academician Xiang introduced his beloved student to Professor Liang.

Professor Liang looked at Chen Xiao, and Zhang Chunquan's image flashed through his mind again...