Surgery Godfather-Chapter 556 - 504: Medical Salon

After the explanation, Grandfather kept nodding.

He had a general understanding, but he was still not very clear about many details of the surgery.

Although Grandfather was ninety years old, he still insisted on reading journal papers for four hours every day, and had a very clear understanding of the latest developments in neurosurgery.

This surgery has not had a successful precedent so far. In the United States, Europe, Japan, even in the top hospitals, there have been no successful precedent.

Obviously, it’s not very convenient to discuss around a laptop. Grandfather said to Su Nanchen, "Nanchen, can’t your laptop be projected onto the TV screen?"

It seems that Grandfather’s ideology keeps up with the trend, and he even knows about screen projection.

Su Nanchen thought that grandfather just wanted to have a simple understanding of the surgery and didn’t expect him to be so serious, so he projected the content on the laptop onto the TV screen on the living room wall.

The villa is huge and the living room is spacious, so the TV screen is naturally not small.

The case information and imaging pictures were very clear. Everyone was sitting on the sofa, discussing in front of the TV screen.

First, Grandfather asked a lot of questions about the surgery. Yang Ping answered them one by one. Then the two had an in-depth discussion on some issues, and Professor Su and Su Nanchen also joined the discussion.

All being doctors, their most interesting topic naturally was the realm of medicine, especially cases.

The scale of this medical salon was not large, but the standard was quite high. Although there were only four participants, the average medical quality was very high.

Regarding this case, from the history of the development of the upper spinal cord and brainstem surgery, to the forefront of international research, the current focus of academic debate, tumor research progress, and finally some unresolved global medical problems.

From classic medical works to the latest international journal papers, from China’s Temple of Heaven to Mayo from abroad, from traditional microscope surgery to the application of molecular positioning technology, then to robot surgery.

The depth and range of the discussion was expanding, and the atmosphere was getting more heated.

At the peak, disagreements happened.

In academic matters, arguments must be allowed. The more you debate, the clearer it becomes.

The argument did not imply any emotion, but simply meant different opinions. Each side put forward their own arguments and proceeded to logically demonstrate their own view while opposing the other’s.

The ninety-year-old grandfather was very excited. This former doctoral graduate of Pavlov Medical University of the Soviet Union was clear and articulate in thought and speech, much like a young student.

As an academician, Professor Su didn’t just casually agree because it was a family salon, he retained the serious attitude he usually adopts in academic conferences.

Neither Yang Ping nor Su Nanchen tried to flatter the two elders.

During the salon, Su Nanchen’s fianceé, Lin Lan, arrived. Because of work-related matters, she came a little late. As soon as she entered she saw the scene and became interested, sitting down to listen attentively.

When the topic of molecular positioning was brought up, she wanted to join the discussion since she was a doctoral guide in genetics and biochemistry was her expertise.

However, Lin Lan was worried that Mrs. Su in the kitchen would be overwhelmed and only greeted everyone with a smile before going to the kitchen to help.

Grandma at the side became the server for this salon, constantly pouring tea for everyone and placing snacks around for them to easily reach.

Grandma, who has a doctorate in neurology from Pavlov Medical University, was able occasionally to offer valuable input from an internal medicine perspective as well.

Time unknowingly approached lunchtime but the salon showed no sign of ending, with the topic continually evolving and heightening.

Xiao Su and Lin Lan began setting chopsticks on the round table in the dining room. Mrs. Su, wearing her apron, came out from the kitchen and seeing the scene carefully asked Professor Su, "Is it time for lunch?"

Before Professor Su could reply, Grandfather waved his hand: "There’s no rush!"

"Once this nerve nucleus is disturbed, the heartbeat will slow down and quickly stop. Once stopped, it is irreversible. Hence the operation here is extremely dangerous. According to the existing surgical methods, it is impossible to safely separate, but you successfully completed the separation. I am curious to know how your hands could be so dexterous and stable? " Grandfather insisted on seeing Yang Ping’s hands.

Yang Ping stretched out his hands, and after observing them Grandfather said: "Just as expected of a good surgeon, young man, remarkable, truly remarkable."

Yang Ping was a bit confused, can one really tell surgical talent from a person’s hands?

"The young man also needs to eat, have you looked at the time?" Grandma reminded Grandfather.

Upon checking the time, Grandfather realized they had been discussing for three hours, delaying mealtime. This was Yang Ping’s first time visiting Su Family’s house.

Keeping others hungry was not polite.

"Serve the dishes, let’s eat!"

With a wave of his hand from Grandfather, the salon formally concluded.

Professor Su and Su Nanchen ushered Yang Ping into the dining room, and before the meal, Grandfather seized the opportunity to ask a few more questions.

The classical southern-style dishes on the Chinese solid wood round table, each dish carefully prepared, made Yang Ping understand why Xiao Su was so good at cooking. It all comes from Mrs. Su’s inheritance.

Unexpectedly, this nursing specialist was also a culinary expert.

Ten dishes were served, symbolizing perfection. Everyone gathered around the table in harmony.

Although there was often a rule of not talking during meals, today was an exception. It would seem cold if everyone remained silent during their future son-in-law’s first visit.

"Don’t stand on ceremony, feel free to eat."

"Xiao Yang, don’t be formal, it’s your first time coming to our house. We apologize for serving dinner a little late."

"It’s not my first time."

"But, it’s the first time you came with Xiao Xuan."

"Eat this, give it a try."

The atmosphere was warm. When the dishes Professor Su liked came around to Yang Ping, he quietly held onto the table, not showing any expressions.

"On New Year’s Eve, both of you will come back and make dumplings. We’ll eat them together at night," Mrs. Su said to Yang Ping and Su Yixuan.

Time flies. It’s already the Little New Year, not far away from New Year’s Eve.

Mrs. Su was extremely pleased with her future son-in-law. No matter how she looked at him, she was delighted.

As parents, worrying about such an important life event for their daughter is quite natural. Now, that burden has been lifted.

Next, she started planning about their wedding, and the matter of having children. Parents always worry about the next problem immediately after solving one. This was no exception, irrespective of the family.

The entire process was quite comfortable for Yang Ping. His initial worries and anxiety were unnecessary.

Xiao Su’s grandparents were kind and gentle. His parents were understanding, and his big cousin, Su Nanchen, was like a brother.

The main thing was that they all had common topics to talk about.

After staying at Xiao Su’s house and eating dinner, they didn’t return to the hospital until about nine o’clock in the evening.

After their first formal meeting with their parents, they practically established their engagement. All that was left was to choose a date for the wedding.

When they returned to the hospital, it was past ten o’clock. The empty underground parking lot was very quiet.

The car was parked and running smoothly. It was an electric car, and besides the sound of the air conditioner, there was no engine noise.

Both of them didn’t get out of the car; they were each sitting in their respective driver’s seat. In the confined space, they could practically hear each other’s heartbeat.

Xiao Su’s face blushed, she didn’t dare to look directly at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping’s heart was pounding. After a good five minutes, he groped around to take Xiao Su’s hand, turned his body to the side. Xiao Su leaned in also, they embraced tightly, they kissed passionately, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear.

"We should...get out of the car. If we stay longer we might get carbon monoxide poisoning."

"Don’t worry, electric cars don’t emit exhaust fumes, the air conditioning is set on outside circulation."

"What is your hand doing?"

"A whole body physical examination, the touch part."

"Hmmm..."

"Do you still remember my top-secret project?"

"Which one?"

"Derivative Theory of Stimulus Response. The study has now reached the last step, but we lack data. I need your help."

"How can I help?"

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"So complex, how can I...help?"

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"This experiment could be risky, right?"

"Do not worry, just strictly follow the experimental safety regulations, ensure there’s no Biohazard."

"Hmmm..."