Surgery Godfather-Chapter 1936 - 1329: Second Bloom (Part 2)

Later, as he got to know Yang Ping more closely, 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 development environment.

Interviews with Yang Ping began airing on TV. The reporter asked, "What do you think is the future direction of medicine?"

Yang Ping answered, "It’s not about stronger interventions, but finer adjustments; it’s not about conquering disease, but restoring balance; it’s not about doctors fighting disease, but doctors working with patients to help the body’s self-healing abilities to work."

Director Han’s eyes were moist. As an older generation doctor, he has witnessed the entire journey of medicine from crude to refined. And his student is opening the next era.

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

Director Han shook his head, "I knew he was extraordinary, but I didn’t expect... this extraordinary." He paused, his voice a bit hoarse, "But what I’m more proud of is not how many awards he’s won, but that he has never changed. You see, he’s probably still in the lab now, doing what needs to be done, that’s a true scientist."

The phone rang, it was an old friend from another hospital calling to congratulate him. Director Han had a brief chat and then told the young doctors in the department, "Let’s clock off early today. But tomorrow, everyone will return to normal work, normal surgeries, normal rounds. Professor Yang has set an example for us, the duty of medical workers is to heal the sick and save lives, not to chase after glories."

The young doctors nodded solemnly.

Director Han took a final look at the TV, where the news of Yang Ping’s award was still being replayed. He turned off the TV, stood up, and returned to the operating room, there was still surgery to be done.

...

In the administrative building of Nandu Medical University, the afternoon principal’s meeting was halfway through.

Su Qingyun was listening to the report on the new campus construction when the secretary suddenly knocked on the door and came in, excitedly handing him a note. 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 presidents, deans, and directors present, took a deep breath, and finally spoke, "Just received the news, our university’s professor, Nandu Medical Science Academy’s dean, Professor Yang Ping, has won this year’s Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine."

Dead silence! Then, the meeting room erupted in exclamations and applause.

"Second time winning!"

"Our university’s professor!"

"A miracle in medical history!"

Su Qingyun raised his hand to signal for silence, his mood equally excited, but as the principal, he needed to maintain due composure. More importantly, as Yang Ping’s father-in-law, he understood better than anyone what this news meant to Yang Ping himself, not glory, but disturbance.

"Verify again officially, then draft a congratulatory letter to be sent out in the name of the university," Su Qingyun told the secretary, "but be mindful of the wording, keep it concise and solemn. Also, contact the publicity department and request that all reports be factual, not exaggerated or sensational, Professor Yang doesn’t like those."

"Principal, should we organize a celebration? This is enormous honor for the university..." a vice principal suggested.

Su Qingyun pondered for a moment, "Everyone knows Professor Yang’s character. Let’s have a small academic seminar, but a large-scale celebration isn’t necessary. The real celebration should be us continuing to support his research and nurturing more scientists like him."

He looked at the deans of the various colleges present, "Professor Yang’s award is an affirmation of our longstanding commitment to academic freedom and encouragement of innovative exploration. What we should do is not to seize the opportunity for publicity, but to reflect on how to provide more young scholars with an environment for growth like Professor Yang’s?"

This remark calmed down the excited atmosphere, turning it into thoughtful reflection.

The meeting was adjourned early, and Su Qingyun returned to his office, the first thing was to call his daughter, Xiao Su. It rang several times before she picked up.

"Dad." Xiao Su’s voice sounded very calm.

"Xiao Su, have you seen the news?"

"I’ve seen it, Yang Ping is still in the lab, his phone is probably on silent at this time."

"He... hasn’t reacted at all?"

"He said this morning before leaving that he needed to complete a critical experiment today." Xiao Su paused, "Dad, you know, for him, his research is far more important than the Nobel Prize."

Su Qingyun felt warmth in his heart, "I know. I’m just happy for you, that you have such a husband."

"Thank you, Dad. But let’s not talk about it now, I need to prepare dinner, when Yang Ping comes home tonight, we’ll eat together, just treating it like a normal day."

"Alright, alright."

After hanging up, Su Qingyun stood by the window. On the campus, students had evidently heard the news, discussing in small groups, their faces brimming with pride. The broadcasting station began playing a special program introducing Yang Ping’s academic contributions.

Su Qingyun thought back to many years ago, when his daughter first brought Yang Ping home. At that time, Yang Ping was a young resident doctor, a bit shy, but his eyes would light up when talking about medicine. His wife privately asked him, "What do you think of this Xiao Yang?"

He said, "He’s a promising young man."

His wife laughed, "Our daughter likes him so much, trust our daughter’s judgment can’t be wrong."

Now, that shy young man has stood at the pinnacle of world science, yet still maintains his original purity. Su Qingyun felt deep gratification, not only for his son-in-law’s achievements but for his steadfast heart. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Calls kept coming in, but Su Qingyun set his phone to silent. He needed some time to digest this sudden good news and to think about how to turn this honor into a driving force for the school’s development, rather than becoming a restless celebration.

The afterglow of the sunset spilled into the office, and the school’s motto "Enlighten Virtue and Investigate Things" on the wall stood out brilliantly in the golden light. True academic honor lies not in trophies and certificates, but in reverence and pursuit of truth.

...

At Professor Liang’s home in the family complex of the Imperial Capital Xiehe Hospital.

Professor Liang had just woken up from his nap and sat for a while on the vine chair on the balcony, drinking some tea brought by his wife, and habitually started reading medical journals with his reading glasses on.

Some mainstream medical journals in orthopedics, he wanted to fully digest as soon as he got them.

As he read, he received a call from Hu Guolin: "Teacher, Professor Yang Ping has won the Nobel Prize again: System Regulation Theory leads new direction in medicine!"

The phone almost slipped from Professor Liang’s hand. He set the phone down, took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair, and remained silent for a long time.

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

"I’m fine, I’m fine." Professor Liang waved his hand, his voice a bit choked, "Good news, very good news."

He recalled the process of getting to know Yang Ping. It was during the Golden Knife Award competition, where Xiehe’s Song Yun lost to Yang Ping, and everyone was very disappointed. After watching Yang Ping’s surgical video, he encouraged everyone to face the gap, pick up their spirits, and learn well from Yang Ping.

Later, he specially went to Sanbo Hospital to observe Yang Ping’s surgery, from which he and Yang Ping started an informal teacher-student relationship.

Professor Liang had been following this young man’s growth, watching him grow from an ordinary doctor to a great figure in medicine, with one heavy research achievement after another: improvements in scoliosis correction surgery, innovations in brainstem tumor surgery, the three-dimensional spatial orientation gene theory, the K Therapy for osteosarcoma, vastly different from traditional treatment concepts, and from the K Therapy, step by step to the current system regulation theory.

Now, the recognition from the Nobel Prize has come, and it’s the second time.

Professor Liang put on his glasses again and asked his wife to bring him his notebook. He decided to write a letter to Yang Ping, not to congratulate — there are too many people congratulating him, no need for one more — but to exchange some thoughts.

PS: This Chapter was originally meant to precede the previous one, but due to an oversight, the draft’s Chapter numbering was incorrect, which led to a chronological inconsistency upon correction and publication. Apologies to everyone!