Surgery Godfather-Chapter 574 - 522: Important Person

In the afternoon, Yang Ping rested for a few hours, snuggled up in the hotel chatting with his family back home.

His parents had made lots of traditional New Year goodies, many of which Yang Ping loved when he was a child.

They took videos and photos to show Yang Ping and prepared to courier several big packages to him.

His sister and her husband, along with their little nephew, were staying home to celebrate the New Year with their parents. Knowing they were there, Yang Ping felt reassured.

Through the phone call, Yang Ping could hear the crackle of firecrackers.

Yang Ping video chatted with Xiao Su and, borrowing Xiao Su’s mobile, he called Xiao Su’s grandparents, Professor Su, Mrs. Su, and Su Nanchen to keep them informed about the situation over there.

Xiao Su’s family was very understanding, with Professor Su telling Yang Ping not to worry about his family but to "focus entirely on the surgery and to pay particularly attention to postoperative care."

"The higher one’s skill, the braver one is. But one can never be complacent," he cautioned him. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Strategically, despise the enemy, but tactically, respect the enemy," he advised him.

Although Xiao Su and Yang Ping had not gotten married yet, it was only a matter of time. When they were seeing each other on the down-low, Professor Su had had to turn a blind eye.

Now that Xiao Su had brought Yang Ping home to meet his parents, their relationship was officially recognized.

As such, Professor Su could extend his fatherly concern for Xiao Su to Yang Ping as well.

Xiao Su told Yang Ping that he would go to have dinner with his department colleagues at noon and be back to have dinner with mom and dad at night.

Yang Ping called Director Han as well, and the old man was at home preparing the reunion dinner, with a Beijing opera tune audible in the background.

Song Zimo and his gang called Yang Ping before he could begin to start calling them.

They planned to have a reunion lunch together at noon, after which each of them would head back home for the night.

They each video-chatted with Yang Ping, greeting him one after another. The exchange of greetings and laughter made for a cheerful scene.

"How did the surgery go?"

"This---this---this---what the hell are you asking, when---when---when---"

"When---when---when, could you use more straightforward language? Aren’t you supposed to practice speaking every day? I see no improvements. My kids are at the age of cognitive development. Don’t let them hear you, lest they pick up your bad habit. Then, we’ll be in trouble."

"Old Xu is just overexcited. Old Xu is going to have a girlfriend soon, one I introduced to him. They’ve met once and the girl liked him very much."

"Stop squeezing me, let me, Liang handsome, say a few words. Bro, keep an eye out for special local cigarettes in Saudi Arabia."

"Alright, let the professor rest. We’ll have a reunion when you get back."

Hanging up the video call with these guys, Yang Ping sent a large red packet in the group chat. To his surprise, stutter Xu beat Liang Fatty to it. Xu was unexpectedly about to remove his bachelor status.

Many head nurses introduced Liang Fatty to prospective girlfriends, whom he didn’t fancy at all, and then there were rumors that he was chasing after a flight attendant.

Stutter Xu always looked sloppy and spoke with a stutter. He showed no signs of getting off the bachelorhood, but the girl Little Five introduced to him actually liked him.

At six in the afternoon, Robert and Li Ze came to pick Yang Ping up for dinner.

This time the gathering was orchestrated by Robert, who was much better at organizing events than Li Ze.

Robert had chosen the best Chinese restaurant in Jeddah, Jixin Garden, and booked the largest and most luxurious private room.

On Chinese New Year’s Eve, it was impossible to book a private room at short notice as bookings had been made a month in advance.

In Jeddah, Chinese companies also held New Year’s Eve dinners.

But Robert, whose social skills were anything but ordinary, managed to secure the largest and most luxurious private room in Jixin Garden.

Who was he?

He was Robert, a friend of the Saudi Crown Prince and his personal doctor.

How could Yang Ping, while in Saudi Arabia, have a modest New Year’s Eve dinner? It just wasn’t Robert’s style.

This private room was initially booked by the mayor of Jeddah, suggesting that a good friend of the Crown Prince would be dining there.

Running a restaurant in another person’s territory, one had to show respect where it was due.

Moreover, hosting such a person would be great publicity for the restaurant. Back in the day, when Cameron had hot pot at Xiangtianxia in Chengdu, business had boomed at Xiangtianxia.

No one knew who this important person was, only that he was a friend of the Crown Prince and had a room reserved by the mayor personally, which suggested he must be an influential figure.

The order was to provide this guest with a New Year’s Eve dinner that was chock-full of Chinese flavors.

A sedan pulled up at a leisurely pace, and the moment had finally arrived.

The restaurant owners personally greeted them at the entrance. The chubby owner was in a red Tang suit and his wife in a red Cheongsam, both festive and cheerful.

The sedan stopped, its door opened, and out stepped Robert, who surprisingly wore a bright red Tang suit too.

As he opened the car door, Yang Ping stepped out.

Escorted by the owners into the private room upstairs, passing through the bustling hall filled with Chinese faces along the way.

Yang Ping inquired and was told that a Chinese company based in Saudi Arabia was holding a reunion dinner there.

Hearing the familiar voices and seeing the familiar decorations, Yang Ping was excited.

The restaurant was decorated in a traditional Chinese style, exhibiting Chinese elements everywhere such as Chinese characters, lanterns, oil-paper umbrellas, porcelain, redwood-colored tables and chairs. It was as if he were back in China.

"Please!"

Two beautiful waitresses at the door greeted him warmly in impeccable Chinese: "Welcome!"

Lanterns hung at the entrance with a round table inside, covered with a Chinese red tablecloth.

"We’re having hotpot and dumplings today, while watching the Spring Festival Gala,"

The lady boss introduced, everything arranged properly.

Everyone sat around the table, appointing Yang Ping to the head spot, facing the entrance.

The table was full of chopsticks around, two pairs per person, one of which was a serving chopstick.

Since drinking is forbidden in Saudi Arabia, they couldn’t have wine and used Chinese apple cider as a drink instead, which Yang Ping wasn’t a fan of either.

Having no surgery tonight and it being China’s Lunar New Year’s Eve, Yang Ping who had come to Saudi Arabia from China to perform surgery, now that the surgery was successful, everyone was ready to celebrate with apple cider.

The hotpot soup base was served, along with various ingredients.

A table full of people - Yang Ping, Robert, Li Zehui, Marshall, the South Korean doctor and a few Saudi Arabian doctors were present, and later the Mayor was also expected to make an appearance.

Dodge, on behalf of the Triple Alliance, had already made three phone calls to join this New Year’s meal but was rejected by Robert and Li Zehui. They thought arrogance and prejudice should be punished, a very Western way of thinking.

Robert was dressed in traditional Tang attire and was now holding a folding fan, sitting next to Yang Ping.

At the outdoor New Year’s meal, some representatives began to deliver speeches - "In the sound of firecrackers, we bid farewell to the old year..."

The boss had hung a big TV in the hall so everyone could watch the Spring Festival Gala that wouldn’t start until 1 a.m.

"Boss, can we still watch the Spring Festival Gala here?"

Yang Ping could hardly contain his joy.

Robert had already arranged it: "We can watch the Spring Festival Gala on this TV, and we will accompany you."

Robert now had a keen interest in Chinese culture. He said the food in America was always chicken legs and burgers, while in China, it was different every day, with no repeats for a year, each major cuisine having its own characteristics.

"In the sound of firecrackers, we bid farewell to the old year, and welcome the new, warm of spring into our homes.

The sun shines brightly on a thousand doors and windows, bringing renewal and the replacement of the old with the new!"

Robert recited a poem, astonishing the whole room.

Among those present, besides Yang Ping, Robert was most knowledgeable about Chinese culture. There was no help for it, who could deny someone who was capable of reciting poetry?

The boss had arranged two competent waiters to serve this table exclusively.

After the hotpot, no one planned to sleep, led by Robert, everyone was extremely excited.

Yang Ping’s cell phone rang, he looked and it was a call from Director Han.

"Doctor Yang..."

"Director Han, what’s the matter?"

"Nothing, you’re coming back tomorrow, right?"

"Coming back tomorrow."

"Plan to come back tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow’s ticket."

"Emergency mission, Dean Xia smoked three cigarettes before allowing me to make this call. An employee from a Nandu-based Chinese security company in Yemen was injured and requested medical support from home. The nearest now is you."

"What’s the situation?"

"Explosion injury, can only trouble you"

"How do I get there?"

"The situation there is unstable. I didn’t call you to go over there, but to have him sent over by helicopter, how about it?"

Director Han had just vented his anger.

"Alright!"

"Someone will contact you later, make sure not to turn off your phone."

Seeing Yang Ping’s changed face,

Robert asked, "What, did you eat a Sichuan peppercorn?"

He knew Yang Ping didn’t like Sichuan peppercorns and had specifically instructed the kitchen not to add any to the hotpot.

"An employee of a Chinese security company in Yemen got injured, an explosion injury, he needs medical help from me."

Yang Ping placed his phone on the table with all the ringing and vibrating settings in place, waiting for the call.

"Shall we go together?"

"I’ll go alone, it’s more dangerous there."

"It’s precisely because it’s dangerous that we should go together."

Li Zehui seemed to have understood something: "Go to Yemen, I’m quite familiar. Let’s go together. I’ve been to the Red Cross hospital there many times."

"Let’s finish the hotpot first, then discuss it after getting full."

Yang Ping knew it was no use being anxious at this point; he just had to wait for the call. He needed to eat enough first. Only when he had enough food and drink would he have the energy to work.