godfather of surgery

Chapter 1331 Do you think you have too much money?
The news of Yang Ping's second award was very widely disseminated, and it quickly spread around the world, not just within the medical community.

Sentosa Island, Singapore: Guo Jingyao's beachfront villa.

At six in the morning, Guo Jingyao had finished his half-hour meditation and was having breakfast on the terrace overlooking the South China Sea. The butler walked over quietly and handed him a tablet computer, the screen displaying news about the Nobel Prize.

"Dr. Yang... won another award?" Guo Jingyao put down his coffee cup and carefully read the report. "Ah Zhong," Guo Jingyao said to the butler, "donated 60 million US dollars to the Sanbo Institute in the name of the Guo Family Charitable Foundation."

"Yes, sir, is it necessary to specify that this is to congratulate Professor Yang on his award?"

“No need,” Guo Jingyao shook his head. “Professor Yang doesn’t need this kind of congratulations. Just say that you continue to support his research.”

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Wang Changxin's gold mine camp in Ghana, Africa.

The satellite phone signal was intermittent, but Wang Changxin still saw the news through the push notifications. The mining tycoon was standing on a lookout tower in the mining area, with the mining site stretching for kilometers below.

A smile spread across Wang Changxin's dark face, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"Boss, what's got you so happy?" the mine manager asked as he climbed up.

"One of my benefactors has won another Nobel Prize! That's incredible! So young, winning one Nobel Prize is one thing, but now he's won another, and it's a back-to-back win!" Wang Changxin exclaimed.

"Doctor? Nobel Prize? That's amazing."

“He’s really impressive. He’s my best friend.” Wang Changxin said, looking at the convoy transporting ore in the distance.

"Boss, wow, you have such an awesome brother, why haven't you mentioned him before?" The manager said with a fawning expression.

Wang Changxin waved his hand magnanimously: "I've always been very low-key."

“Contact our headquarters in China,” Wang Changxin decided. “In my personal capacity, I will donate 20 million US dollars to the institute where Professor Yang works. No, 80 million US dollars. Remember, it’s US dollars.”

The manager exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, this is no small sum..."

"I'm so happy today, my brother won an award, I can spend money however I want. Eighty million US dollars is nothing, it's just a matter of digging up more gold." Wang Changxin spoke with the air of a nouveau riche.

"Also, you should devise a plan to give all the workers a bonus, just so we can all have a good time." Wang Changxin felt that simply donating money wasn't enough; it couldn't express his current feelings.

"Yes! I'll get right on it." The manager was overjoyed; who would refuse a boss who was so generous with money?

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The top floor of the Anning Group headquarters building.

After Ning Qi returned to her office from the breakfast meeting, her secretary had already prepared the news articles and placed them on her desk. Upon seeing the headline "Yang Ping Wins the Nobel Prize for the Second Time," the documents in her hands clattered to the floor.

"President Ning?" The secretary quickly helped pick up the items.

"It's alright, you can go out first." Ning Qi's voice trembled slightly.

After her secretary left, Ning Qi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the city skyline. This young woman, who controlled a vast business empire, felt a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe—pride, admiration, and a faint, unspoken regret.

She recalled the first time she met Yang Ping was in her father's hospital room. At that time, her father was seriously ill, and she, as the heir, was exhausted from shouldering the burden of the family business. Yang Ping was a member of her father's medical team at the time. He often comforted her, explained medical knowledge to her, helped her understand her father's condition, and used his superb skills to ensure that her father maintained his dignity in his final moments.

Later, her father still passed away, but Yang Ping's care helped her through the most difficult time. Later still, her only younger brother, Ning Yu, suddenly developed a brain tumor in Japan, and Yang Ping again traveled a long distance to personally perform the surgery, pulling her brother back from the brink of death.

From then on, Ning Qi harbored a secret. But she never revealed it. She knew that Yang Ping had someone he deeply loved—Xiao Su. She could only channel her feelings into supporting Yang Ping's career: Anning Group became one of the largest corporate donors to the Sanbo Research Institute, providing substantial funding and countless research projects.

The phone rang; it was her younger brother, Ning Yu, calling: "Sis, did you see the news? Professor Yang won the Nobel Prize again!"

"I saw it." Ning Qi tried to keep her voice calm.

"That's amazing! Two Nobel Prizes! This is the second time, and the first time in a row. Sis, should we throw a celebration?"

“No,” Ning Qi said immediately. “Professor Yang doesn’t like these things. We’ll just send a congratulatory letter in the name of the group and continue to support his research.”

"Okay, but sis, you've supported Professor Yang's research for so many years, you must be very pleased to see his achievements now, right?"

"Yes, I'm very pleased," Ning Qi said softly.

After hanging up the phone, she sat back down at her desk and opened a locked drawer. Inside were no valuables, only a few photos: a picture of her father and Yang Ping, a picture of her younger brother and Yang Ping after his surgery, and a candid shot of Yang Ping at work.

She picked up the profile picture, gently tracing the person in the photo with her fingertips, then put the photo back in the drawer and locked it.

Some brilliance is destined to be admired from afar; some feelings are destined to be silently cherished. To her, Yang Ping was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating her life, but forever out of reach.

But it's okay, Ning Qi thought. To be able to see his brilliance and support him in illuminating more people is already the best fate.

She composed herself and immediately called her secretary: "Make arrangements; I'd like to increase our donation to the Sanbo Institute."

Since we cannot participate in his life, let us participate in his career, and in this way, stand where his light shines.

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Office of the President of Liquan Hospital.

Cheng Liquan canceled all his appointments today. He sat in his office, repeatedly watching the news video announcing the Nobel Prizes. When he heard Yang Ping's name, the former owner of a small private hospital, now the president of a world-class private hospital, couldn't help but tear up.

A few years ago, his Liquan Hospital was just a small private hospital with a few dozen beds, struggling to survive. By chance, he collaborated with Yang Ping, who not only provided technical support but also personally came to the hospital to guide surgeries, train doctors, and help him develop the hospital's management philosophy.

“Old Cheng, private hospitals shouldn’t just be money-making machines,” Yang Ping once told him. “They can be testing grounds for medical innovation, a beneficial supplement to the public healthcare system, or even exist in parallel with it. The key is whether you truly put patients first, whether you truly respect doctors and medical skills, and whether you are down-to-earth and sincerely training doctors and improving their medical skills.”

These words changed Cheng Liquan's business philosophy. He gradually transformed Liquan Hospital into a high-end medical institution specializing in research and innovation, cultivating a professional team and introducing advanced equipment. Under the guidance of Yang Ping's team, Liquan Hospital gradually became a world-class private hospital.

Today, Li Quan Hospital has its own newly built campus and has established cooperative relationships with many top hospitals in Europe and America, becoming one of the world's most prestigious private hospitals. And all of this began with Yang Ping's support and guidance back then.

As Mr. Cheng closed his eyes to rest, he couldn't help but recall the scene of drawing lots at the Taoist temple years ago. During those years, his career was not going well, and he hoped that someone could give him some guidance. When he took the lot to the white-haired Taoist priest for interpretation, the priest closed his eyes slightly, said nothing, and pointed a finger at the outside of the temple gate. Mr. Cheng looked in the direction the priest was pointing and saw a tall and lush poplar forest.

Old Cheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that the Taoist priest meant: "Prosperity is inevitable when encountering Yang!"

"I understand, Master!" Boss Cheng immediately bowed to the Master in gratitude and left the Taoist temple.

Not long after, by chance, through Su Nanchen's introduction, Lao Cheng met Yang Ping. Yang Ping! "Every time you meet Yang, you're bound to prosper!" He immediately understood that the person before him was the "Yang" the Taoist priest had hinted at, the powerful backer who would later help him rise to prominence. At that time, Yang Ping was just an ordinary orthopedic attending physician.

I am truly grateful to the Taoist priest who guided me back then. A master is indeed a master; without saying a word, with his eyes slightly closed, he pointed out Old Cheng's glittering path to life with just one finger. Boss Cheng picked up the phone and called Dean Cai: "Immediately organize a special academic conference to systematically study Professor Yang Ping's systemic regulation theory. We must become the first clinical center in China to fully apply this theory."

"Dean Cheng, this requires a lot of training and equipment upgrades..."

"Regardless of cost," Cheng Liquan said firmly. "Professor Yang's theories represent the future of medicine, and we must keep up with them, keep up closely. In addition, we will increase the funding for the schools we have donated to in Professor Yang's hometown. I will personally supervise the progress and quality of the construction of the Guandu Hospital."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Liquan walked to the window. The main building of Liquan Hospital gleamed in the sunlight, and the four large characters "Liquan Hospital" on the roof were particularly eye-catching.

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Headquarters of Ruixing Medical Group.

Huang Jiacai was hosting a new product launch when he suddenly saw a sign held up by his assistant: "Professor Yang has won another Nobel Prize." He paused for two seconds, then said to the hundreds of distributors and media reporters in the audience, "Excuse me, I have some good news to share."

He walked to the side of the stage, took the tablet handed to him by his assistant, and quickly browsed the news. Then he returned to the center of the stage, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have just learned some exciting news: Professor Yang Ping, the chief scientific advisor of Ruixing Medical Group and my mentor, has just won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for the second time!"

There was initial silence from the audience, followed by enthusiastic applause.

Huang Jiacai's eyes welled up with tears. He recalled that more than a decade ago, he was just an ordinary sales manager at a pharmaceutical company, and he met Yang Ping during a product presentation. Unlike other experts who would have given him a perfunctory answer, Yang Ping listened attentively to his presentation and even offered some suggestions for improvement.

“Xiao Huang, it’s good that you’re passionate about medical products,” Yang Ping said at the time. “But true medical innovation shouldn’t just be about making money, but about solving problems. If you’re interested, we can collaborate on developing something that’s truly useful for patients.”

This sentence changed Huang Jiacai's life trajectory. Under Yang Ping's guidance, he began to develop high-quality domestically produced surgical instruments and consumables. From a small workshop to a listed medical group, Huang Jiacai's growth step by step is inseparable from Yang Ping's support and guidance.

"Professor Yang is not only our scientific advisor, but also the soul of Ruixing Medical," Huang Jiacai said to the audience. "He taught us that the mission of a medical company is not to maximize profits, but to provide doctors with the best tools and patients with the best treatment. Today, I announce that Ruixing Medical will establish the 'Yang Ping Medical Innovation Fund,' with an initial investment of 500 million yuan to support the innovative research of young medical talents!"

Thunderous applause erupted. Huang Jiacai, however, recalled Yang Ping's often-repeated words: "Jiacai, remember, after the company grows bigger and stronger, you must never forget your original aspirations. The medical industry is about life and death, and every decision must be made with caution."

He never forgot.

After the press conference, Huang Jiacai immediately contacted Sanbo Research Institute: "Please tell Professor Yang that Ruixing Medical will always be your strongest supporter. Please feel free to ask if you need anything."

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Office of the Director of Sports Medicine, Special Surgery Hospital, New York, USA.

Professor Robert had just finished his morning meeting when he received a congratulatory email from a colleague: "Congratulations on your Chinese teacher winning the Nobel Prize again!" He paused for a moment, then opened a news website.

Upon seeing Yang Ping's name, Robert burst into laughter.

Robert felt genuinely proud. He immediately emailed Yang Ping: "Dear Professor Yang: I am incredibly excited and not at all surprised to learn that you have won the Nobel Prize again. Your theories are changing medical practice around the world. I raise a toast to you in New York! I look forward to continuing to learn from you in the near future."

After sending the email, Robert told his assistant, "I'm adjusting my schedule for next month; I'm going to China. Also, I'm arranging a special lecture to introduce Professor Yang Ping's theory of system regulation to the entire institute."

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Germany.

Professor August is in the operating room preparing to perform a complex spinal deformity correction surgery.

The surgery was still being prepared, and he stood in front of the X-ray screen studying the patient's images.

The circulating nurse rushed over and said, "Professor, there's important news."

"This is an operating room, please remain serious! Do not discuss topics unrelated to the surgery," Auguste reprimanded, turning his head.

"Professor Yang Ping has won the Nobel Prize again!" The traveling nurse announced this major news despite being scolded.

August was incredulous: "What did you say? Say it again?"

"Professor Yang Ping has won the Nobel Prize again!" the circulating nurse repeated.

August stretched his neck, hesitated for a few seconds, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

He immediately said to his team members, "Everyone, my Chinese mentor, Professor Yang Ping, has just won his second Nobel Prize."

German doctors offered their congratulations, but some were curious: "Professor August, did you really study in China?"

“Yes, I spent three months at Sanbo Hospital,” August recalled. “That was the most important learning experience of my career. Professor Yang not only taught me the techniques, but also how to think about medical problems.”

After the surgery, August returned to his office and pulled out his photo album from China. In the photos, he and Yang Ping stood side by side in front of the operating table, Yang Ping explaining a key point of the procedure.

Yang Ping was already a renowned expert at that time, but he shared his knowledge with August, a foreign visiting doctor, without reservation. August was deeply grateful for this selflessness.

He turned on his computer and began drafting a review article: "Application of System Regulation Theory in Orthopedic Diseases: Inspiration from China." He wanted to promote Yang Ping's medical philosophy in Europe in his own way.

At the same time, he contacted the German Academy of Medical Sciences: "I propose that Professor Yang Ping be awarded the title of honorary academician. His work deserves the highest level of recognition."

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The editors of world-renowned academic journals such as Nature, Science, Cell, The New England Journal of Medicine, and The Lancet received express mail almost simultaneously containing Yang Ping's team's latest paper on system regulation theory, along with complete experimental data.

Jeff, editor-in-chief of *Nature*, carefully read the paper in his London office. As a seasoned editor who had witnessed countless groundbreaking breakthroughs, he was still awestruck by its depth and breadth. This was not a simple technological improvement, but a fundamental transformation of the medical model.

He immediately convened the editorial team: "This paper must be published as quickly as possible. Professor Yang Ping has just won his second Nobel Prize, and this paper may be an important extension of his award-winning work. We must let the world see it as soon as possible."

Science editor Lewis made a similar decision in Washington. The Lancet editor Richard Horton even wrote an editorial stating: "Professor Yang Ping's theory of systems regulation may represent the third revolution in medicine. The first was the establishment of the bacterial theory, the second was the rise of molecular biology, and the third may be the arrival of systems medicine. We are witnessing history."

On the official websites of major journals, Yang Ping's papers are prominently displayed. Discussions on academic social networks have rapidly intensified. Medical researchers worldwide are studying these papers, attempting to understand the core ideas of systems regulation theory and considering how to apply them to their own research fields.

A brand new era of medicine is quietly beginning through these readings and reflections.

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Tang Shun has been extremely busy these past few days because the foundation has been sending frequent messages about large donations arriving one after another.

"Professor, aren't these people going a bit too far? Are they congratulating you on your award in this way?"

Yang Ping saw the financial statements that Tang Shun handed over.

"Do you think you have too much money?"

Tang Shun quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, Professor, who would complain about having too much money!"