Chapter 686 The second technical route
Ivan left several bodyguards outside and walked into Sanbo Hospital with his assistant Pavel.
In Ivan's heart, Sanbo is not an ordinary hospital. This hospital has the world's top surgeons. Therefore, to him, Sanbo Hospital has a sense of mystery.
Ivan's team has repeatedly confirmed that Professor Yang will perform surgery at the General Surgery Department of Sanbo Hospital today, and Ivan decided to try his luck.
Even if he doesn't meet him today, Ivan is not in a hurry. He can wait and has plenty of time to wait.
Apart from Professor Yang, Ivan could not think of a second more suitable candidate for the plastic surgery operation he took over.
Of course, if the quality of surgery is lowered, the number of candidates will naturally increase, but Ivan is a paranoid when it comes to surgery, and he absolutely does not want to lower the quality of surgery.
Ivan came to the lobby on the first floor of the General Surgery Department as an ordinary patient. He was wearing a fashionable floral shirt and a gray Russian-style beard, which made him very eye-catching.
"Sir! Who are you looking for?"
The security guard in the lobby came over and asked in a humble voice.
For the security guards at the General Surgery Department, seeing foreigners was nothing new. In the ward, two tall foreigners helped carry patients every day. The security guard was a little suspicious, whether there was another new person joining the international team.
Ivan's assistant immediately said in Chinese: "We are looking for Professor Yang? Can you help us contact him? We came from other places and came to see Professor Yang for treatment."
Coming from a foreign country, they were considered out of town. The security guard looked at these two people for a moment. They felt refreshed and did not look like patients.
"Do you have an appointment?" the security guard asked.
Pavel immediately explained: "We don't know Professor Yang, we just come here to see him for medical treatment. Can you tell us how to meet Professor Yang? Just say Ivan, a Russian from New Zealand."
The security guard thought for a while. Since he was a patient, of course he could help contact him. Professor Yang always attached great importance to patients. He went to the front desk and called the doctor on duty in the general surgical ward and asked the doctor on duty to tell Professor Yang that a patient was looking for him— — Ivan, a Russian from New Zealand.
After making the call, the security guard asked Ivan and his assistant to wait in the lobby. The security guard was only responsible for telephone contact. Professor Yang ultimately decided whether Professor Yang could spare time to help with medical treatment.
Ivan was a little excited. He only knew Yang Ping from his paper before, but today he might meet him in person.
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Yang Ping is still in the stem cell laboratory, visiting the skin graft with everyone.
The doctor on duty at the General Surgery Department called and said that a Russian patient was looking for Professor Yang.
Yang Ping thought for a while and realized that he didn't have any appointments with Russian patients.
There are often patients who don't have an appointment at all, and then lie to the doctor or nurse on duty that they have an appointment with a certain professor and hope to help inform them.
"He said he is Ivan, a Russian from New Zealand." the doctor on duty added.
Ivan?
Russians in New Zealand.
Yang Ping said to himself that there had never been such a person in his memory.
Robert frowned, the Russian from New Zealand - Ivan, this is the self-title often used by the plastic surgery master Dr. Ivan.
Could it be that plastic surgery master? He came to China.
Could it be that Professor Yang refused their invitation and Ivan personally came to China to invite Professor Yang? This is not in line with Ivan's style of conduct.
"Professor? This person may be Dr. Ivan, the plastic surgery master!" Robert was not sure.
After all, it would always be unbelievable for someone like Ivan to suddenly appear here.
Yang Ping finally remembered, Ivan! The protagonist of street stall literature? Ivan, the world's most powerful plastic surgeon?
"Bring him to the laboratory." Yang Ping ordered the doctor on duty.
Regardless of whether it was Ivan or not, since he came to my door, I wanted to meet him. Anyway, I am free now.
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"I'll go up alone."
Ivan stood at the door of the elevator, led by a graduate student.
But Ivan soon changed his mind, because when he saw the Chinese sign at the elevator door, he immediately had a headache:
"Pavel, you'd better come up with me."
Under the leadership of Gui Peisheng, they took the elevator and arrived at the stem cell laboratory.
"Professor Yang!"
Gui Peisheng said respectfully.
"This is to see your Russian patient."
Everyone stopped talking about the skin graft and turned to look at the door. The Russian-style beard stood at the door, smiling and bowing slightly: "Dear Professor Yang!"
Of course, he was speaking in Russian and needed an assistant to translate into Chinese.
Seeing this Russian, most people immediately think of the Italian fashion guru.
"Ivan, a Russian from New Zealand, took the liberty to meet with Professor Yang."
As a plastic surgery expert, his understanding of temperament exceeds that of ordinary people. Among the crowd, Ivan recognized Yang Ping's temperament at a glance. A person's temperament cannot be disguised no matter what. Confident, proud and calm!
Apart from Professor Yang, Ivan couldn't think of anyone else who exuded these qualities.
Professor Ivan had no doubts about his judgment. He walked towards Yang Ping and stretched out his hand.
"Professor Yang! I am very excited to finally see you in person."
Before this, Ivan had only seen Yang Ping's papers.
Moreover, he did not expect to see Yang Ping so approachable and easy to meet.
"Dr. Ivan?" Yang Ping asked.
"Yes, Ivan, majoring in plastic surgery, please forgive me for pretending to be a patient to see you!" Ivan apologized.
At this time, listening to the speed and tone of Ivan's speech, everyone immediately thought of the preaching pastor.
He is Dr. Ivan, a master of plastic surgery. Robert has met Ivan, and he is almost certain now, especially with this unique way of speaking.
"He is the Russian plastic surgeon Ivan." Robert said softly in Chinese next to Yang Ping.
He didn't want a stranger to get close to Professor Yang's experimental results with just a few words.
August had met this plastic surgery master in Germany, and he nodded, confirming Robert's judgment.
"We are visiting the experimental results. Just in time, Dr. Ivan, help us verify the quality of the skin graft. This is skin cultivated by our in vitro skin expansion technology." Yang Ping had no unnecessary words.
Ivan didn't expect that the first meeting was so simple and direct, which was completely unexpected.
Perhaps out of professional self-consciousness, he immediately cast his eyes on the piece of skin on the platform, and then narrowed his eyes slightly: "Professor Yang, can I really take a look?"
August and Robert gave up their positions, and the crowd in a circle slightly expanded the circle. Ivan slowly walked towards the skin, his eyes shining with surprise.
He didn't even wear gloves, he just gently pinched a corner of the leather patch with his fingers and felt it carefully with his fingertips.
For a long time, the corners of Ivan's mouth trembled a few times.
This is a goal that he has been pursuing for many years but has not yet achieved. The quality of this skin graft exceeds that of the skin grafts he cultivated himself. It can be used as a material for facial plastic surgery, and the effect after the operation is not much different from normal facial skin.
"Is this a skin graft that you cultivated using in vitro amplification technology? Is it also developed based on the results of Professor Mannstein?"
Ivan believes that all skin in vitro amplification technologies in the world should come from Professor Mannstein’s technology.
"No, this is our own formula. Professor Yang's formula has nothing to do with Professor Maninstein's technical route." Tang Shun explained to this strange foreigner as the director of the laboratory.
Isn’t it Professor Manstein’s recipe? Is there a second technical route in this world? Ivan had never heard of a second technical route.
He lowered his head again and stared at the piece of leather in his hand, as if the treasure he had been searching for had finally been found.
"The thickness, elasticity, and color of the skin are impeccable, but I wonder how it tolerates ultraviolet rays?" Ivan asked worriedly.
"From the perspective of the skin's fine structure, the tolerance will be very good, but we haven't had time to experiment yet, and we will conduct experiments in this area soon." Tang Shun explained.
As the director of the stem cell laboratory, he quickly got into the mood. At this time, Professor Yang should not be asked to explain in person, but should be explained by himself.
"I have never heard that there is a second technical route in the world!" Ivan was doubtful.
Tang Shun smiled and said: "I have never seen it before!"
Ivan put down the skin piece reluctantly, and then carefully arranged and paved it. Creating a new technical route was not easy.
However, the quality of skin grafts in this clinic cannot be achieved by relying on Professor Mannstein's formula.
Others in the laboratory had no idea who the Russian was and could only watch the excitement. Anyway, given Professor Yang's status, it was not strange for a foreign professor to come and visit.
Several trainees were even secretly happy to see if another international friend would join the general surgery training team. In that case, they would have one more labor force that they could usually recruit to help.
Now August and Robert work very hard and without complaint, and can be regarded as role models for trainees.
Therefore, these graduate students and trainees all believe that as long as they are foreigners, they must work hard, and one can do more than others.
"Unbelievable!"
Ivan was in a daze.
He lifted up a corner of the skin graft again, very carefully, and looked closely with his eyes: "Can the distribution and growth of hair follicles be controlled?"
Because Ivan noticed that the distribution and development of these hair follicles are not naturally formed, but are controlled in some way.
(End of chapter)