godfather of surgery

Chapter 1328 A Second Blossom
In the president's office of Sanbo Hospital, Xia Changjiang was reviewing an infrastructure planning proposal. His phone suddenly vibrated; it was a news notification he had set to be on special watchlists. As he glanced at the words on the screen, the pen in his hand clattered onto the table.

"The Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine has been announced...Chinese scientist Yang Ping...the theory of system regulation..."

Xia Changjiang read those few lines of text three times. Then, he suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and then back to his desk, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

After calming down, the first thing he did was search for confirmation, and then call Yang Ping to verify. Once he received confirmation, he started pacing back and forth in his office. This was his second time winning an award! His second time! A double win!!!

He immediately called the dean's office: "Organize a small media briefing immediately, no, wait... first contact Professor Yang and ask for his opinion."

As soon as I hung up the phone, it started ringing non-stop.

Messages of congratulations and inquiries poured in from health authorities, sister hospitals, and partner organizations. Xia Changjiang gave a brief response, but his thoughts were already on Yang Ping.

He understood this young man. At this moment, Yang Ping was most likely engrossed in some research or a case study, completely unaware of the noise outside. Honors were not a halo to him, but a distraction.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, the director of the dean's office called back: "Dean, we can't reach Professor Yang. The lab said he went into the cell laboratory early this morning and his phone is on silent. Director Song said that Professor Yang instructed that he not to participate in any activities related to the Nobel Prize, and everything is as usual."

Xia Changjiang smiled wryly, yet felt gratified; this was the real Yang Ping.

He sat back down in his office chair, looking out the window at the four large characters "Sanbo Hospital" shining in the sunlight on the main building of the hospital. Yang Ping, single-handedly, brought the entire Sanbo Hospital into the ranks of the world's best.

The phone rang again; it was a former leader from the Ministry of Health. Xia Changjiang answered, his voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement: "Former leader, yes, it's true... Professor Yang Ping from our Sanbo Hospital... Yes, his second award, his second time, it's him... a miracle in medical history..."

Throughout the call, he maintained the composure expected of a hospital director, but after hanging up, he couldn't help pacing back and forth in his office. Outside the window, in the hospital garden, patients and their families came and went, unaware that this hospital had just produced a scientist who had won two Nobel Prizes, and that this scientist might currently be wearing a white coat, observing cell cultures in a laboratory.

Xia Changjiang suddenly calmed down. He understood: the best celebration wasn't a noisy press conference, but letting Yang Ping continue his work. What the hospital needed to do was protect this purity.

He dialed the institute's office again: "Cancel all media arrangements, send a brief official congratulations, and then proceed as usual. Also, strengthen security at the institute to prevent reporters from disturbing Professor Yang and his team's normal work."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Changjiang picked up the infrastructure plan again. The hospital was going to expand its research building, and this time the scale would be much larger than originally planned, in order to provide a better platform for Yang Ping's team, and for more scientists like Yang Ping in the future.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the blueprints that outlined the future of Sanbo Hospital. Xia Changjiang knew that after today, the hospital's position on the medical landscape of China and even the world would be completely different.

And all of this began with his and Director Han's trust in this young man.

……

Operating room, 4:10 PM.

Director Han had just finished a complex cervical spine surgery and was washing his hands. The young doctors in the operating room were still excitedly discussing the surgical details when a nurse suddenly rushed in, holding up her phone: "Director! Professor Yang Ping! Nobel Prize!"

The operating room fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Director Han.

Director Han's hand froze in mid-air, water rushing over his fingers. He slowly turned his head: "What did you say?"

"It's just been announced! Yang Ping has won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine!" The nurse's voice trembled with excitement. "His second time winning!"

Director Han stood there, stunned, the water continuing to wash over his hands. A few seconds later, he turned off the tap, carefully drying his hands with a towel, his movements meticulous, but his hands trembled slightly.

"Chief?" the attending physician asked cautiously.

Director Han didn't answer. He walked out of the operating area and into the doctors' lounge. The television on the wall was already tuned to the news channel, and the anchor was broadcasting the news: "...Chinese doctor Professor Yang Ping has won this year's Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for his pioneering theory of systemic regulation. This is Professor Yang Ping's second Nobel Prize, creating a miracle in the history of medicine and even the history of science..."

The scene then switches to a photo of Yang Ping, a work photo of him in the lab, wearing a white lab coat and intently looking at a microscope.

Director Han sat down on the sofa and quietly watched TV. The young doctors surrounded him, but no one dared to speak.

The news broadcast continued, introducing the basic concepts and potential impact of systems regulation theory. When it mentioned "potentially leading to the third medical revolution," a resident physician couldn't help but exclaim softly.

Director Han recalled the scene of meeting Yang Ping. It was during the orthopedic recruitment exam. Originally, the recruitment only required a doctoral degree, but Yang Ping, who had a master's degree, was mistakenly included in the recruitment list. When Director Han saw his superb basic surgical skills, he made an exception and hired him on the spot.

Later, as he got to know Yang Ping better, Director Han discovered that Yang Ping was a genius, so he began to give this genius the greatest trust and the most relaxed and free environment for development.

The television began playing clips of Yang Ping's past interviews. The reporter asked, "What do you see as the future direction of medicine?"

Yang Ping replied: "It's not about stronger intervention, but more refined regulation; it's not about conquering the disease, but restoring balance; it's not about doctors fighting the disease, but about doctors and patients cooperating to help the body's self-healing abilities take effect."

Director Han's eyes welled up with tears. As a veteran doctor, he had witnessed the entire evolution of medicine from its rudimentary to its refined form. And his students were now ushering in the next era.

"Director, did you know back then that Professor Yang would achieve such great things?" a young doctor couldn't help but ask.

Director Han shook his head: "I knew he was extraordinary, but I didn't expect... to be this extraordinary." He paused, his voice a little hoarse, "But what I'm even more proud of is not how many awards he's won, but that he hasn't changed at all. You see, he's probably still in the lab right now, doing what he's supposed to be doing. That's what a true scientist is."

The phone rang; it was a congratulatory call from an old friend at another hospital. Director Han chatted briefly, then hung up and said to the young doctors in the department, "Let's leave early today. But tomorrow, everyone will be at work as usual, performing surgeries and making rounds as usual. Professor Yang has set a good example for us; the duty of medical professionals is to treat and save lives, not to chase after accolades."

The young doctors nodded solemnly.

Director Han glanced at the television one last time; the screen was replaying the news of Yang Ping's award. He turned off the television, stood up, and returned to the operating room; he still had surgeries to perform.

……

In the administration building of Nandu Medical University, the afternoon president's office meeting was only halfway through.

Su Qingyun was listening to a report on the construction of the new campus when his secretary suddenly knocked on the door and excitedly handed him a slip of paper. Su Qingyun glanced at it, and his expression froze.

"Has it been verified?"

Su Qingyun asked in a low voice. "It's been verified!" the secretary nodded.

The meeting room fell silent, and everyone looked at the principal.

Su Qingyun slowly stood up, looked around at the vice principals, deans, and department heads present, took a deep breath, and then spoke: "I just received news that Professor Yang Ping, a professor at our school and the dean of the Nandu Academy of Medical Sciences, has won this year's Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine."

Dead silence! Then, gasps and applause erupted in the conference room.

"This is my second time winning an award!"

"A professor from our school!"

"A miracle in medical history!"

Su Qingyun raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He was equally excited, but as the principal, he needed to maintain his composure. More importantly, as Yang Ping's father-in-law, he understood better than anyone what this news meant for Yang Ping: not glory, but disruption.

"Confirm the official confirmation again, then draft a congratulatory letter and send it out in the name of the school," Su Qingyun told her secretary. "But be careful with the wording; keep it concise and solemn. Also, contact the publicity department and request that all reports be factual, without exaggeration or sensationalism. Professor Yang doesn't like that."

“Principal, should we organize a celebration? This is a great honor for the school…” a vice principal suggested.

Su Qingyun pondered for a moment: "Everyone knows Professor Yang's personality. How about this, a small-scale academic seminar is fine, but a large-scale celebration is unnecessary. The real celebration should be our continued support for his research and the cultivation of more scientists like him."

He looked at the deans of the various colleges present and said, "Professor Yang's award is an affirmation of our university's long-standing commitment to academic freedom and encouragement of innovation. What we should do is not use this opportunity for publicity, but rather reflect on how to provide more young scholars with a growth environment like Professor Yang's."

These words calmed the excited atmosphere and turned it into reflection.

The meeting ended early, and Su Qingyun returned to her office. The first thing she did was call her daughter, Xiao Su, and it rang several times before she answered.

“Dad.” Xiao Su’s voice sounded calm.

"Xiao Su, have you seen the news?"

"I see. Yang Ping is still in the lab. His phone should be on silent right now."

"He...didn't react at all?"

“He said when he left this morning that he had to complete a crucial experiment today.” Xiao Su paused. “Dad, you know, for him, his research is far more important than the Nobel Prize.”

Su Qingyun felt a warmth in her heart: "I know. I'm just happy for you that you have such a husband."

"Thank you, Dad, but I'll stop here for now. I need to prepare dinner. Yang Ping will come back tonight, and we'll eat together then. Let's just treat this like any other day."

"well."

After hanging up the phone, Su Qingyun stood by the window. On campus, students had clearly already heard the news, discussing it in small groups, their faces beaming with pride. The school radio station began broadcasting a special program introducing Yang Ping's academic contributions.

Su Qingyun recalled the scene many years ago when her daughter first brought Yang Ping home. At that time, Yang Ping was a young resident physician, somewhat shy, but his eyes would light up when he talked about medicine. His wife privately asked him, "What do you think of this young Yang?"

He said, "He's a promising talent."

The wife smiled and said, "Our daughter likes him so much, I believe she has good taste."

Today, that shy young man has reached the pinnacle of world science, yet he still retains his original purity. Su Qingyun feels deeply gratified, not only for his son-in-law's achievements, but also for his unwavering original aspirations.

His phone kept ringing, but Su Qingyun put it on silent. He needed some time to process this unexpected good news and consider how to transform this honor into a driving force for the school's development, rather than turning it into a superficial celebration.

The setting sun cast its golden rays into the office, making the school motto "Cultivating Virtue and Investigating Things" on the wall stand out prominently. True academic glory lies not in trophies and certificates, but in the reverence for and pursuit of truth.

……

Professor Liang's home in the family compound of Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Beijing.

Professor Liang had just woken up from his afternoon nap and sat on the wicker chair on the balcony for a while. His wife brought him tea, and he took a few sips to moisten his throat. He then put on his reading glasses and, as usual, began to read a medical journal.

He wanted to thoroughly understand all the mainstream medical journals in orthopedics as soon as he got his hands on them.

As I was reading, I received a call from Hu Guolin: "Teacher, Professor Yang Ping has won another Nobel Prize: His theory of system regulation is leading a new direction in medicine!"

Professor Liang nearly dropped his phone. He put it down, took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair, and remained silent for a long time.

His wife asked cautiously, "Old Liang, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Professor Liang waved his hand, his voice slightly choked. "It's good news, great news."

He recalled how he met and got to know Yang Ping. It was during the Golden Scalpel Award competition, and Song Yun from Peking Union Medical College Hospital was defeated by Yang Ping. Everyone was very frustrated. After watching Yang Ping's surgical video, he encouraged everyone to face the gap, cheer up, and learn from Yang Ping.

Later, he made a special trip to Sanbo Hospital to observe Yang Ping's surgery. From then on, he and Yang Ping began an informal teacher-student relationship.

Professor Liang has been paying close attention to this young man's growth, watching him grow from an ordinary doctor into a leading medical expert, with each research achievement becoming more groundbreaking than the last: improvements in scoliosis correction surgery, innovations in brainstem tumor surgery, the three-dimensional spatial guidance gene theory, and K therapy for osteosarcoma, which is completely different from traditional treatment concepts. Starting from K therapy, he has gradually proposed today's systemic regulation theory.

Now, the Nobel Prize has been awarded, and for the second time.

Professor Liang put his glasses back on and asked his wife to bring him his notebook. He decided to write a letter to Yang Ping, not to congratulate him—there were already too many people offering congratulations, he wouldn't be an exception—but to exchange some thoughts.