Surgery Godfather-Chapter 557 - 505: International Medical Department

When Yang Ping woke up, Xiao Su was already busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Their experiment last night was quite exhausting, as it was ultimately an exploration of the origin of humanity.

It was the first time for both of them, so they couldn’t help but be unfamiliar. They had to carefully explore and progress gradually.

On the bedside table, the clothes Yang Ping was to change into were neatly stacked.

In the bathroom, a toothbrush lay across a cup with toothpaste already squeezed onto it; a basin was set, with a washcloth folded in the center.

The mirror was covered in a layer of water vapor, and something was drawn on it using the water vapor.

Upon closer inspection, Yang Ping saw it was two heart-shaped figures holding hands.

"Breakfast is ready---"

Xiao Su appeared at the bathroom door, looking stunning even in her pajamas, causing Yang Ping to pause.

"Why are you staring at me? Breakfast is ready!" Xiao Su blushed, looking shy.

The breakfast on the dining table was neatly arranged—steak, sunny-side up eggs, hot porridge, and slices of fruit---.

"This is a feast, finally I don’t have to eat boiled eggs every day."

Before Xiao Su moved in, Yang Ping’s daily breakfast was a glass of fresh milk and three eggs, which were simply boiled.

His breakfast was the same every day, because it was simple and nutritious.

Xiao Su handed Yang Ping a printed sheet: "This is this week’s breakfast and dinner menu. If there’s no problem, it will start today. From Monday to Friday, breakfast and dinner are at home, lunch is at the hospital cafeteria, Saturday, and Sunday all meals are at home. We all agree on this, right?"

Yang Ping took a look and it was full of a dazzling array of dishes. The types of breakfast dishes, the main dishes for lunch, soups, and fruits were all clearly marked.

It was even more detailed than a restaurant menu.

They were starting to live properly.

"Today after work, we will go grocery shopping together. I am in charge of the purchases and you will be in charge of the transport." Xiao Su also sat down to have breakfast.

The two finished breakfast and went to work together.

The department was basically running smoothly under the management of Song Zimo, while Xu Zhiliang was a diligent worker. Their cooperation was very efficient.

Only a few surgeries required Yang Ping’s presence, and the majority of the operations, including scoliosis, were now competently handled by Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang.

He trusted them both.

As for the company, it was handled by Huang Jiacai, so Yang Ping didn’t need to worry at all. Although Yang Ping held the majority shares, he didn’t participate in management and was simply a hands-off boss. Meanwhile, in the hospital, Boss Cheng was in charge. Except for some changes in equity, everything else remained the same. Boss Cheng was still Boss Cheng, and Dean Cai was still Dean Cai.

When Yang Ping arrived at his department, many people were already bustling about. They greeted each other and continued with their work.

While there was a strict hierarchy among doctors, Yang Ping believed that should only apply to medical skills and conduct. He preferred treating everyone as equals and creating a relaxed and free environment.

Thus, the atmosphere in the Surgical Research Institute was excellent—relaxed, open, and positive. Everyone was passionate about their work and weren’t afraid to voice their ideas, even if they might be wrong.

Having got used to drinking tea with Director Han, Yang Ping would make himself a cup of tea upon arriving at his office.

He didn’t like others making tea for him, except for Xiao Su.

After sampling a few sips of tea, he began browsing the emails in his electronic mailbox, which contained reports organized by Song Zimo and a few new emails.

One of the new emails was from Professor Toshitaka Osaki of the Juntendo University Hospital in Japan. He hoped to bring the patient to Sanbo Hospital and co-operate on the surgery with Yang Ping. In the email, Professor Osaki mentioned that Professor Amano also wished to come to Sanbo Hospital to jointly treat the patient.

Another new email was an invitation for an international consultation. This was the first encounter of the hospital with Yang Ping, and they weren’t very familiar with the Chinese process, so they directly contacted Yang Ping himself.

A cardiac surgery hospital in Saudi Arabia?

To Yang Ping’s knowledge, he never had any interactions with this hospital nor had he heard of it.

Upon reading the email more thoroughly, it turned out to be an invitation issued by Professor Li Zehui on behalf of this hospital.

The patient happened to be the second "Mirror Man" that Professor Li diagnosed.

At that time, Professor Li encountered this child in the Red Cross Hospital in Yemen. He told the child’s family that Yemen did not have the hardware conditions to perform this type of surgery. He suggested that the patient go to Saudi Arabia and provided the family with the name and address of the hospital there.

Professor Li then thought that it was almost impossible for this patient to go to Saudi Arabia, as his family simply couldn’t get a visa. Even if they were to go there as refugees, they would have to go through a war zone and desert, which was also impossible.

But the impossible somehow became possible. When the Saudi hospital sent information to Professor li, they surprisingly found the child’s information, with the imaging pictures identical.

Was there a third Mirror Man?

After Professor Li verified by phone with the Saudi hospital, he found out that the child was a refugee from Yemen.

From the imaging photos, it was almost certain that it was that child, as it was unlikely for there to be such a similar case in the world.

So, Professor Li immediately commissioned the Saudi hospital to invite Yang Ping for a consultation on his behalf.

There was also an email from Germany.

Upon opening the email, Yang Ping read:

"Dear Dr. Yang Ping, I am Doctor August from Harald Orthopedic Hospital in Munich, Germany. I miss you since we last met in Malaysia. I have encountered a problem in my clinical practice. A serious case of scoliosis, which we call the "Snail Man" due to the severity of the curvature, astonishingly, after I read your paper on how you successfully performed surgery on the "Folding Man", I saw a glimmer of hope in my despair. If there is any hope that this patient can be straightened, only you have the ability to do so. Your old friend from Munich, August, sincerely hopes to get Dr. Yang’s help."

August, the interesting German.

Yang Ping has an exceptionally good memory, how could he forget this guy?

However, they’ve only met in Malaysia, and this old man referred to himself as his old friend.

Just like that, two international consultations appeared densely in Yang Ping’s mailbox. He forwarded the consultation forms to the medical office for record, and was about to call Director Zhao.

Unexpectedly, Director Zhao called first: "Doctor Yang, there’s no rush to get to the operating room, right? I’ll come over and chat with you."

Every time they chat, Director Zhao always takes away some tea leaves.

Yang Ping took out a can of tea leaves from the cabinet, put it on the office desk, and waited for him to come and take it.

Soon, Director Zhao arrived at Yang Ping’s office. He looked very excited. Even before he sat down, he began to talk non-stop. After all, people involved in political affairs always have a lot to say.

"Doctor Yang, we are setting up an International Medical Department, benchmarking against the Mayo’s International Medical Department. Dean Xia talked to me about it a while ago. The main takeaway was that in the future, there will be many international patients in the Surgical Research Institute of Sanbo Hospital. We will use this as a starting point and will have a lot of international patients in Sanbo Hospital in the future. So, he wants me to establish an advanced, standardized, and powerful International Medical Department. This department will face the world, the future, and modern society."

While speaking, Director Zhao was dancing with joy.

"So, these consultations of yours will be handled by our International Medical Department moving forward. You just focus on treating the patients, we will take care of everything else. Dean Xia said, any undertaking is like going to war, it needs strong logistical support."

"However, we are facing a small challenge. Dean Xia wants to lead us on a visit to the Mayo Clinic in the United States. But they have too many registered groups wanting to visit, we’d have to wait a year."

Director Zhao looked a bit worried, and then shifted the topic.

"This will only be a temporary challenge, you’re not in a hurry, are you?"

Yang Ping shook his head: "No rush, there are still a few minutes left until handover."

"Oh, look, talking and talking, I forgot what I came here for. That being said, I have looked over your two international consultation invitations. Although our International Medical Department cannot meet the high requirements of the three aspects you mentioned for the time being, we still have no problem arranging your trips to Europe and Saudi Arabia during this early stage. There’s no need for you to worry about this, we will liaise on your behalf."

"We only have a few minutes left." Director Zhao checked his phone.

He wanted to say something, but there seemed to be nothing left to say.

"Director Zhao, you just mentioned that it would take a year to visit the Mayo Clinic in the US. I happen to have a friend working there. Should I call and see if we can expedite the process?" Yang Ping felt that he should utilize the resources at his disposal at this moment.

Yang Ping checked the time. Considering the time difference, it would be evening in the United States, so it should be a convenient time to call.

Yang Ping dialed John Ansen’s number. After a few rings, he heard John Ansen’s stuttered, monotone Chinese: "Hello, Doctor Yang!"

It couldn’t be helped. To communicate smoothly with Yang Ping, one would have to overcome the language barrier of Chinese as Yang Ping published all his articles on the forum established by John Ansen in Chinese.

And so, a group of people in the forum were fervently learning Chinese. John Ansen could understand some basic Chinese at this point.

For anything more complicated, he would have to use translation software or translation company services.

"Let’s chat on WeChat!"

Yang Ping was worried that John Ansen’s broken Chinese might cause some misunderstanding, so he decided to chat with him on WeChat.

Having WeChat also became a necessity for this group of people who interacted with Yang Ping. Without WeChat on their phones, they would sooner or later fall out of the loop.

Yang Ping composed a simple WeChat message about Sanbo Hospital visiting the Mayo Clinic, with a focus on their International Medical Department, and left the email of the medical office in the message.

About a few minutes later, John Ansen replied:

"Within 24 hours, someone from Mayo will contact you, and they will arrange your visit according to your time."

Yang Ping relayed the reply to Director Zhao.

Director Zhao was blown away. This was the Mayo Clinic, and this young man managed to arrange it with just one phone call?

"What does your friend do at Mayo?" Director Zhao asked cautiously. He knew Yang Ping was capable, but he never imagined him being so well-connected, with his reach extending all the way to the United States.

Yang Ping smiled and said: "Nothing much, just a doctor at Mayo. We met at a conference."

John Ansen sent over a few more WeChat messages. Yang Ping read them and said, "About an hour from now, someone from Mayo should contact you, and they will be calling your office." freewёbnoνel.com

"My office?"

Director Zhao was getting anxious. That was so soon.

"Um, Doctor Yang, it’s almost time for the handover. You’re busy, I need to get a translator to my office in advance." Director Zhao was in a hurry.

Yang Ping told him not to worry: "Relax, my friend said that they will arrange someone who is proficient in Chinese to communicate with you, don’t worry."

"I should still be a bit more cautious, what if they speak English and I can’t answer?"

Director Zhao glanced at the can of tea leaves on the table: "This tea isn’t half bad."

"How about it? Take a can to your office?"

"Would that be appropriate?"

"Absolutely! I still have some here."

"Well, then I’ll take you up on your offer."