Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1144 - 912 Remember Your Promise!_2

Chapter 1144: Chapter 912 Remember Your Promise!_2

What a clever guy!

Yang Ping smiled and said, "That’s exactly it, my new method involves triggering the self-destruction program of the tumor cells in your body, making them self-destruct."

"I find it very interesting." Sisi was very interested in this method.

Yang Ping checked the time, "Your parents will be back soon, I have to go."

"I knew it, you must have sent them away, the uncle in the Security Room called dad saying he needed him for something, and the Head Nurse called mom to take a patient for a test," Sisi said mischievously.

"You’ve got a sharp mind, I have to go now!" Yang Ping said goodbye to Sisi.

Sisi clenched her fist, "Go for it!"

Yang Ping bumped fists with her, "Go for it."

"Remember your promise, let me be your student."

"Definitely!"

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Director Han was well aware of the situation regarding Yang Ping’s application for the Nobel Prize. A Nobel Prize application must have high-profile endorsers, but it was also essential that someone from Sanbo Hospital liaised with these endorsers to help collect some materials and such.

This wasn’t something Yang Ping could handle on his own, so Director Zhou was the best fit for this task. He was adept at scientific research; although he had never been involved in a Nobel Prize application, he was quite familiar with these matters, thus making him the ideal person to handle it.

However, it also depended on whether Yang Ping was interested in the Nobel Prize. If he wasn’t interested, there was no way to force him to apply.

Director Han was free anyway and hadn’t talked to Yang Ping for a while, so he went to the Surgical Research Institute to chat with Yang Ping and bring up the matter.

"Xiao Yang, your research results on spatial orientation factors are of Nobel Prize caliber, as I’ve mentioned before. Winning isn’t our goal, but winning would help more people recognize and trust you, allowing your medical skills to benefit more people around the world, so winning is also about saving lives, you know?" Director Han said earnestly.

"Mm, I quite like this Nobel Prize, so I’ve already agreed to have Manstein from Germany as my recommender," Yang Ping replied simply.

"That’s right, I thought you weren’t interested in the Nobel Prize," Director Han laughed.

Yang Ping said seriously, "Who would refuse such a nice office decoration? And it comes with a big red packet too."

Director Han almost spat out his tea. Who says Professor Yang doesn’t like to show off, I’d hammer him to death. That was a seamless show-off, and this kind of reason for participating is also human talk.

"If we decide to participate, our hospital should also put forward someone who is relatively familiar with the scientific research routine to liaise with Manstein," Director Han said slowly.

"Director Zhou! Sounds good!" Yang Ping readily agreed.

"How did you know I was going to recommend him?" Director Han felt quite surprised.

"Didn’t you say someone relatively familiar with the research routine? Isn’t he the most familiar? He talks about it at every meeting. He even knows the tricks of how to participate in the Nobel Prize. If someone brings out Nobel Prize-level research, it’s all up to him," Yang Ping replied nonchalantly.

It really was so. Old Zhou usually boasted about his level of Expertise in Scientific Research. Unexpectedly, this was his chance to shine.

"If needed, Director Zhou can always ask Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang for materials."

"That’s settled then."

"This time you didn’t attend the European Spinal Surgery Annual Meeting. It would have been a good vacation."

’’Don’t talk about the European Spinal Surgery Annual Meeting, nowadays I have to think twice about any academic conference I attend. The moment I go, they treat me like a big deal, which is annoying for someone low-profile like me."

This time it was Yang Ping’s turn to be amazed. Holy smokes, is that even something people say? Complaining about being treated like royalty?

After chatting for a while, Director Han walked out of Yang Ping’s office with a can of fine tea, now always making sure to take some good tea every visit, never leaving empty-handed.

Previously, it was Yang Ping who often "borrowed" tea leaves from Director Han’s office, and now it was Director Han’s turn to do the same from Yang Ping.

"Director, I only have one can of this tea. Can we split it between us?"

"You don’t understand, young people are not suited to drink this kind of tea."

"Is that so?"

"Have I not told you before?"

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Yang Ping had already agreed to have Manstein act as his Nobel Prize nominator, and Director Zhou was preparing to contact Manstein.

In order not to disgrace his mission, Director Zhou made thorough preparations, selecting the best English translator from the hospital. His own English skills, honed over many years, would finally come into play.

In a meeting room in the administrative building of Sanbo Hospital, Director Zhou led his team to formally meet with Manstein. Director Zhou, dressed in a sharp suit and tie, looked particularly spirited, but Manstein and August wore a mandarin jacket to the negotiation.

"Mr. Manstein, hello, it’s an honor to meet you!"

Director Zhou spoke in fluent English.

Manstein spoke in fluent Chinese, "Mr. Zhou, hello, it’s an honor to meet you!"

This surprised Director Zhou greatly. Was Chinese so popular now that even a European Nobel laureate spoke it fluently?

Since Manstein could speak Chinese, communication would be completely unobstructed. The translator prepared by Director Zhou was redundant and could only serve as a backup, while his own practice of English was temporarily set aside.

"Mr. Manstein!"

"Mr. Zhou!"

Upon seeing Manstein, Director Zhou was very excited and immediately went forward to shake hands.

Manstein was also somewhat excited, for now he was officially confirmed as Yang Ping’s Nobel Prize nominator. Director Zhou represented Yang Ping and would be responsible for compiling Yang Ping’s materials.

Director Zhou bowed slightly forward, and Manstein also bowed slightly forward.

Manstein was a world-renowned scientist, and Director Zhou naturally held him in high regard, feeling somewhat intimidated. Director Zhou was the proxy for Professor Yang’s application, and Manstein also felt a bit intimidated.

"Please take a seat!"

"You take a seat, please!"

"You take a seat, please!"

"You take a seat, please!"

Finally, both sat down together and began formally discussing the nomination for the Nobel Prize.

Director Zhou realized that his Mandarin, though slightly accented, was not as standard as Manstein’s, not to mention compared to August. The level of Mandarin spoken by these two Germans was broadcast-worthy.

Foreigners generally struggle with the four tones when speaking Chinese, resulting in occasionally odd intonations, but these two Germans had no such issue. They not only pronounced the words precisely but also mastered the tones, just like announcers on television.

The negotiation process was very pleasant, and they even took photos for memorabilia.

However, Director Zhou felt something was amiss. Manstein wore a mandarin jacket and he wore a suit; it looked mismatched no matter how one looked at it.

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That evening, the colleagues from the department dined together with August and Manstein, all now good brothers.

August and Manstein’s meals were all arranged at Uncle Er’s Grilled Fish these days. Although the signature dish was grilled fish, Uncle Er’s culinary skills were exceptional, and he changed the menu every meal, offering a variety of dishes in turn.

Uncle Er was a capable man, personally taking charge of the cooking at critical times. In his younger years, he had studied under many chefs and had considerable skill.

For August and Manstein, dining in the best hotel in Nandu Province could not compare to eating here. This was Professor Yang’s private room. Staying at the best hotel in Nandu could not compare to staying at Sanbo Hotel, for Sanbo Hospital was a temple in their hearts.

Uncle Er himself took charge of the cooking, his son and daughter-in-law personally acting as waiters. Uncle Er’s son had struggled academically, having attended only vocational school and later vocational college, studying culinary arts. Now he was learning from Uncle Er how to run a restaurant, starting from washing dishes and buying groceries to serving as a waiter.

So the couple were very professional as waiters, Uncle Er having repeatedly emphasized that Professor Yang was an important benefactor and they must provide excellent service.

Yang Ping was accustomed to dining here, and Uncle Er was meticulous in his conduct and cooking, selecting only the finest ingredients. Hence, whenever hosting friends, Yang Ping always chose this place.