Chapter 658 What a coincidence!
No matter which angle Cheney raised his question from, Yang Ping easily resolved it.
In front of Yang Ping, Cheney is no match at all.
This knowledgeable American professor found that the Chinese professor on the podium was simply a non-human being. He knew everything about spinal tumors, no matter what he said. He seemed to have read all the monographs, all the papers, and done countless Surgery for spinal tumors.
Cheney made a judgment: The Chinese professor stood on the podium of the academic society and could not be defeated. He had no choice but to admit defeat.
Although pragmatic Americans are arrogant, under the guidance of pragmatism philosophy, they also have an advantage. They are willing to admit defeat and bow their heads in time when defeated.
"I have nothing to say now, I just hope to see Professor Yang's paper earlier."
Cheney was covered in sweat and no longer had any desire to ask questions. He huddled in his chair like a defeated rooster.
"Please wait patiently, we will complete the submission of the paper as quickly as possible."
Yang Ping returned to the center of the podium from a place not far from Cheney.
In this way, the debate between Yang Ping and Cheney ended with Cheney's surrender. The remaining time was left for everyone to discuss freely. It was time for Yang Ping to take a rest. He sat back in his seat and took a sip of water.
If your own people have any questions, there will be more opportunities in the future.
This debate between China and the United States has greatly increased the confidence of all doctors, especially young doctors.
Time passed quickly. After lunch, Yang Ping and Cheney debated, and then everyone communicated freely. In a flash, it was time to finish dinner.
A lot of fast food has been booked for the evening, and it’s too late to cancel. It’s impossible to waste it. Everyone is a doctor anyway, so they don’t care about eating one more fast food.
In the evening, they ate fast food in the conference room again. Professor Liang and Professor Lu did not go home for dinner and ate with everyone in the conference room.
When eating, the doctors who had seats stayed where they were, while the doctors who didn't have seats stood or squatted. Anyway, they finished the meal in the most comfortable position.
Professor Lu lowered his head and started to eat. He caught a glimpse of Professor Liang going out for a while, whether to go to the toilet or to call the old lady.
Anyway, when I discovered that Professor Liang was not present, I immediately put down the chopsticks in my hand and said:
"Professor Yang, if you have any difficulties when you come to Xiehe, please tell me at any time. Our medical office provides logistical support for your doctors and solves your problems."
"Are you used to living in a guest house? The conditions are poor, but it is inside the hospital, convenient and safe."
"Are ten beds enough? Not enough. Should I continue to apply for you?"
"If the team is satisfied or not, please feel free to give us your opinions. Don't be polite. If anyone in the team is disobedient or disobeys the work arrangements, just tell me directly and I will handle it."
With this tone, people who didn't know what was going on thought that Professor Lu had helped to secure the ten beds, and that Professor Liang had nothing to do with it.
"The number of beds here in Xiehe is very tight. Sometimes the director who leads the team is just wishful thinking about adding one more bed, so I risked my life to get ten beds for you. Fortunately, the superiors understand."
"Special talents, special treatment!"
"If you have any needs in work or life, just tell me directly. Professor Liang is old, so don't let him worry about these things."
Professor Liang called the old lady in the corridor outside and told her that he had already eaten the conference meal and would not go home for dinner.
After making the call, Professor Liang returned to the conference room. When Lu Donglai saw Professor Liang coming back, he immediately stopped chatting with Yang Ping, lowered his head and continued to work.
After dinner, Cheney came over to exchange contact information with Yang Ping. The so-called contact information is email. Europeans and Americans like email, a more traditional method of contact.
Cheney then hoped that Yang Ping could go to the Twin Cities Spine Surgery Center in Minnesota to give lectures.
"This is our formal invitation, inviting you to give lectures. It's not an exchange, it's a lecture!"
Cheney repeatedly emphasized that this was a lecture, not an exchange, and he was afraid that Yang Ping would refuse.
Once the pragmatist is defeated, he will bow his head, and face no longer exists in him.
"We will contact you via email when we are free." Yang Ping neither refused nor accepted. After dinner, everyone chatted for a while, and then the meeting adjourned. Director Hu arranged a special car to take the American team to the airport.
——
Yang Ping's residence was arranged in the guest house inside the Union Medical College Hospital, on the sixth floor of the teaching building in the East Campus. Director Hu specially booked a room facing the sun for him, and the hospital paid for the room.
Dinner was early. Yang Ping came here for an inspection and had no specific work tasks. Jing Yunsong's surgery was just a coincidence.
So after the meeting, Song Yun treated him to a treat and led a group of young doctors, more than a dozen doctors, all young elites among doctors, all of whom had graduated from the eight-year Ph.D. program of the Union Medical College.
We've already had dinner, so it's not appropriate to eat Da Dong again.
So Song Yun took Yang Ping and everyone around for a walk around Xiehe, and then went to Wangfujing for supper. Professor Liang and Director Hu did not attend. This was a special event for young people.
This group of young people now regard Yang Ping as their idol, especially Song Yun, who has become Yang Ping's biggest fan.
Song Yun picked a good late-night snack restaurant, and everyone sat down around the late-night snack table.
If it weren't for Yang Ping, these young doctors would rarely have time to gather together like this.
"I feel sorry for you tonight. Come to Xiehe. We will take turns treating you to dinner. Let's start from Wangfujing first, and then from Da Dong in Wangfujing. How about that? I'll treat you to Da Dong next time." Song Yun made the decision for everyone. Treats take turns.
No one present disagreed. They agreed in unison and rushed to treat him.
In fact, young doctors at Union Medical College work very hard, but their income is not high, much lower than that of some wealthy local hospitals.
It is much better for people like Song Yun who have been promoted to deputy high position, but that little income is nothing in the imperial capital.
Therefore, it is a bit of financial pressure for these doctors, especially those who have just graduated, to take turns hiring Yang Ping, but they are happy.
Moreover, they said they took turns treating each other, and they didn’t know when the next time would be. They usually arrived at the hospital at six in the morning to start working, and couldn’t go home until after eleven in the evening. It was common for them to work continuously for 24 or 48 hours.
Today's situation is very special. In order to accompany Yang Ping to have a meal, I usually don't have time to go shopping and eat late night snacks.
"No need to be so polite!" Yang Ping knew that everyone was being polite and respected him.
"That won't work. We're afraid we won't have money, right? We can still afford one meal, so just listen to Song Yun and just eat." Kong Weiquan was not happy to hear Yang Ping being so polite.
"Yes, yes, we agreed, come to the Imperial Capital and follow our arrangements." The other doctors agreed excitedly.
"Who's over there?"
While everyone was chatting, a doctor with sharp eyes saw two beautiful women at the next table not far away who looked very familiar.
"Aren't those Qiu Ruo and Yu Yanwen?" The sharp-eyed doctor recognized them.
Such a coincidence?
Song Yun turned around and saw that it was indeed Qiu Ruo and Yu Yanwen. They were both ladies from Xiehe Operating Room and were very familiar to everyone.
"Call me over to eat together." Song Yun immediately called over.
When he met his colleague, who was also the young lady in the operating room, everyone was friends, so Song Yun wanted to invite her to have supper together no matter what.
"Those are Qiu Ruo and Yu Yanwen from our operating room. They are responsible for today's surgery. Qiu Ruo is the instrument nurse and Yu Yanwen is the circulating nurse." Kong Weiquan introduced the two operating room ladies.
"Qiu Ruo is a beauty in our operating room." Kong Weiquan added in a low voice.
At this time, Song Yun brought Qiu Ruo and Yu Yanwen to the table, and Kong Weiquan called the waiter to add chairs.
Because everyone in the operating room wore masks and hats, and it was their first time working together, Yang Ping didn't even remember what the instrument nurse and the circulating nurse looked like.
"Hello everyone, hello Professor Yang." Qiu Ruo's voice was nice as she greeted everyone.
"Hello!" Yang Ping responded.
"What a coincidence, you are all here." Qiu Ruo was quite surprised by the chance encounter.
(End of chapter)