The Godfather of Surgery

Yang Ping's words were so light, but Director Han had no doubts.

For him, Lao Han has opened his mind wide enough, but it still doesn't feel big enough.

If there is an article in Science or Nature, can I be promoted to deputy high in advance? Yang Ping just asked, with no other meaning.

Old Han was stunned for a moment, but he really didn't have enough brains: This--if there is one, let alone being promoted to deputy high school in advance, I'm afraid that the doctoral supervisor will be dealt with together.

Now Lao Han is a little confused. He came over and talked to him about the doctoral exam. After chatting, why did he talk about the problem of the doctoral supervisor? The doctor, the doctoral supervisor, is like a tongue twister.

An article can get a PhD supervisor? Really? Yang Ping's eyes were bright.

Really! Old Han almost spit out a sip of tea.

In my dreams, I have never seen such a person. What magazines are Science and Nature, I thought they were handwritten newspapers by elementary school students, and I just wrote a few sentences and posted them.

Yang Ping didn't speak, put the teacup on the coffee table next to him, and tapped his right index finger on his thigh, tapping rhythmically, but there was no humming in his mouth.

Calm, he is very calm, just pondering, he should take the time to study Science and Nature, as his abilities improve, his goals will be higher.

Xiao Yang? Old Han looked a little strange when he saw him.

Yang Ping responded: Oh!

In case, I mean in case, Director, don't mind, I'm just curious, I want to ask clearly, you said that I was a doctoral student, and then became a doctoral supervisor? What should I do? It's a little unclear. . Yang Ping asked suddenly.

This—? Lao Han was confused by the question, and the question was a bit brain-burning.

What should I do in this situation?

There shouldn't be any conflict between the two, right? Some doctoral supervisors who have graduated with a master's degree, but still want to complete the dream of a doctoral degree, can also study for a doctoral degree, or have become a doctoral supervisor.

There is no conflict between the two. You read my doctorate, not the doctorate you brought with you. Lao Han felt that he should have expressed it clearly, but it was a bit confusing.

Well, I think it should be. Yang Ping also agreed with this answer.

The two were silent for a while, and Lao Han said, Is there any problem?

No more! Yang Ping was still thinking about something.

Work harder, the biggest thing right now is the doctoral exam, do you understand?

ok, I understand!

The two drank tea for a while. In the evening, Dean Xia invited Lao Han to have dinner, and Lao Han should also get off work. Before leaving, Lao Han repeatedly told Yang Ping about the matter.

After coming out of Lao Han's office, the nurse told Yang Ping, A friend of yours is waiting for you. The meeting room, lady, has been waiting for a long time.

Girl, friend, who is it? Could it be that Huang Jiahui sent some equipment materials. Yang Ping didn't care.

He went to the meeting room to have a look, and his friend had already come out by himself and stood at the door: Hello, Doctor Yang, I'm sorry, because I don't have your phone number, so I didn't make an appointment.

Yang Ping's memory is very good. Even if he doesn't have to remember someone, he won't forget it easily. This is Ning Qi, the daughter of Mr. Ning, a patient in the Overseas Chinese Building at that time.

Miss Ning? Yang Ping really couldn't think of what she was looking for from him.

Ning Qi is thirty years old, tall, and her beautiful face is flushed. She should have recovered from the grief of losing her father: Excuse me, I came here to thank Dr. Yang.

You're welcome, please take a seat. Yang Ping asked her to sit down.

The meeting room is relatively spacious and is usually used for signing and talking with patients.

Ning Qi sat down with a gift box on the table, she looked elegant and generous: Dr. Yang, this is a box of cookies, I am very careful, I am very grateful for your care for my father at that time, and let him have a good last journey in his life. dignity.

You're welcome, that's what we should do. Yang Ping felt that it didn't help much at the time.

The two of them didn't know what to talk about, Ning Qi was a little nervous, out of line with the usual mature and steady: Oh, this is my business card, Doctor Yang, if you don't dislike it, make a friend, I just came over from your outpatient building, look Go to the hospital for some introduction, and you have performed many admirable surgeries.

Yang Ping took the business card with both hands. The business card showed that Ning Qi was the chairman of Anning Group. Yang Ping then remembered that his father, Ning Tianxiong, was the boss of Anning Group. Chairman.

This young woman is actually the chairman of the Big Mac company. I really can't see it, and if I don't know it, I thought she was a middle school teacher.

Isn't Anning Insurance, where Director Zhu works, a subsidiary of Anning Group? Now, the company where Director Zhu is the vice president should be regarded as the Sun Company of Anning Group.

I've always wanted to come and visit Dr. Yang, but the company is busy, so I've delayed my visit until now. Miss Ning said sincerely.

In those days, Miss Ning was always by her father's side and saw Yang Ping almost every day, but the communication between the two was more about explaining Mr. Ning's illness. Now that he was away from his illness, he really didn't know what to talk about.

You're busy, so I won't bother you. I made this box of cookies myself. Thank you again for taking care of my father at that time. I'm very grateful! Miss Ning got up to leave and bowed slightly.

When Mr. Ning left, he was unable to say a word to his son in person, and left the world with regret. Looking at Ning Qi's back, Yang Ping was deeply moved.

After seeing Miss Ning away, Yang Ping went to the ward for a walk. He went to visit Sisi and checked the external fixator adjustment registration card beside the bed. After the Chinese New Year, Sisi became more energetic, which may be the reason why she did not use radiotherapy and chemotherapy.

Thank you for helping my mother find a job. Sisi's tender voice.

Every time I see her, I lie on the table and write and draw. This time I don't know what I'm writing or drawing.

Sisi took the initiative to show Yang Ping her drawing: I'm drawing cartoons, you see, my disease is a monster, I'm fighting against it, you guys are helping me, I defeated it temporarily, it slipped away.

Is this grinning guy your disease? Yang Ping saw how well she drew.

This little girl is so powerful in everything she does. If it wasn't for her illness, she should be sitting in a bright and spacious classroom now. She must be a student who is both excellent in character and study and has been praised by teachers.

Are you still going to use the comics' sub-shots? Yang Ping looked at her method, and it was really decent.

Sisi was not convinced: I learned it after studying a lot of comics. You see, a single-shot painting is too flat and has no appeal. Only by using sub-shots and expressing it from different angles can the tension of the picture be expressed——

There were indeed many comics neatly stacked on the chair beside his bed, and Yang Ping picked up a copy of Slam Dunk at random.

That second brother, like Rukawa Feng, is always cool. Sisi pointed to the cartoon in Yang Ping's hand.

Yang Ping smiled and said, What about me? Who am I in it?

Sisi was a little embarrassed, and frowned: Big brother, you, it seems that there is no such powerful person as you!

What should I do then? Yang Ping asked deliberately.

This time, Sisi was stumped, she pouted and held her chin: Let me think about it, how about adding up a few powerful ones?

Yang Ping put away the book: You have a good rest, and you are going to prepare for a full set of re-examinations, are you worried?

Don't worry, I've already prepared for the night to come, big brother, I want to ask you a question. Sisi was very calm.

Come on, we are good friends. Yang Ping didn't know what she wanted to ask.

Si thought for a while: You said, how can I persuade my parents to have another brother or sister?

Yang Ping couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes were instantly moist and his vision blurred.

Little fool, don't think so much for the time being. Maybe they just want to give you all their love now. Trust me, everything will be fine. Yang Ping hugged her and encouraged her.

But—I'm afraid— Sisi whispered.

After leaving the ward, Yang Ping blinked, trying to make his vision clear.

Sisi's mother is already at work and works as a nurse in Corey. She is very diligent. She does some tasks in an orderly manner, and some are not within her responsibilities.

Cai Qiaojun is very satisfied with her work. She doesn't pick and choose, she doesn't complain, she works tirelessly, and she always has a grateful heart.

It was long past get off work hours, and Xiao Su was waiting for Yang Ping to eat together.

Song Zimo and Tang Fei walked over to each other. Tang Fei had to help Sisi with her homework every day. They didn't know about this child, and they knew about her condition for a long time.

Senior brother? Song Zimo saw that something was wrong with Yang Ping's eyes.

Yang Ping said lightly: Oh, my eyelashes fell out of my eyes, and I couldn't get out after a few blinks. Can you help Sisi with her homework?

Yeah, I set up my homework in the morning, and I'm here to check now. Tang Fei knocked on the door a few times.

Come in! Sisi's voice.

Xiao Su is waiting for you, let's go. Song Zimo told Yang Ping.

Yang Ping tidied up his white coat, straightened his chest, and walked through the corridor.