Chapter 1431: Chapter 1070: I’ll Tell You a Secret_2 Chapter 1431: Chapter 1070: I’ll Tell You a Secret_2 So if we were to calculate the real ti spent practicing dicine, Yang Ping might already be considered a thousand-year-old monster. He’s resting with his eyes closed now, truly taking a rest. He really misses the ti when he had the system, as working within the system was even more refreshing than actual sleep. Unfortunately, now the system is on strike, and he doesn’t know what offended it to strike at such a ti.
To be honest, if the system were still here, he might have beco sowhat reliant on it, unable to co up with these new ideas. Because the system is gone, he has no retreat, fewer chances to try and err, and less ti to squander, so he must innovate and use new ideas to solve problems.
Returning ho, Yang Ping’s gentle wife was, as always, waiting for him. As soon as he entered the house, Xiao Su asked, “Are you starving? Did Dad not keep you for dinner again today?”
“He did keep , not only that, but he insisted on staying with great sincerity, grabbing my arm and not letting go. Ah, why was Dad so strange today? He’s usually so refined, but today, when I said I was going ho for dinner, he beca anxious and grabbed my arm tightly, as if he feared I would slip away.” Yang Ping still didn’t understand why his father-in-law was acting out of character.
Xiao Su brought the food to the table: “Eat a bit more regardless, that day you ca ho hungry, I didn’t hold back, I called and gave him a piece of my mind. How could he not provide a al after such a long consultation.”
“No, wife—”
Yang Ping was stunned. No wonder his father-in-law was so insistent today; it turns out he had been criticized by his precious daughter. Luckily, he had given his father-in-law face today by having a al at Affiliated Hospital No. 1. If he hadn’t eaten there today, he didn’t know how much criticism his father-in-law would have faced.
Yang Ping took a few bites and said, “I had plenty to eat at Affiliated Hospital No. 1, I’m a bit too full now.”
Regardless of whether he had eaten enough or not, Yang Ping didn’t dare to eat freely. What if Xiao Su ntioned how her dad had arranged dinner, saying he looked as if he hadn’t eaten at all?
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The next morning, Yang Ping returned to Sanbo Hospital. He went to the ward to see Sisi and helped her arrange the cactus.
There are always more solutions than problems, which is correct. It’s just that people often can’t find the solution temporarily.
Take the cactus, for example. Considering the environnt of the desert, if not for the existence of such a plant, no one would believe that there could be a plant thriving in such harsh conditions, yet they do, and very well.
After several experints, Sisi, who had a narrow escape from death, had a bright smile on her face. In her eyes, Yang Ping was like an elder brother, and she dread of wearing the white gown like him in the future, saving lives and aiding the injured.
Now she saw hope. She had thought there was no way to get through this ti, but now she had crossed that hurdle. The new thod Professor Yang talked about was true, not just comfort words.
Sisi was doing her howork, sprawled on the table. She was very disciplined, planning clearly what to do at what ti each day. Every morning she also jogged around the hospital to exercise. Such self-discipline in a primary school student is indeed rare.
If Sisi can get through this, she will certainly be a good doctor in her dical studies in the future. Yang Ping really wants to take her on as his student now. Sisi is in the sixth grade of primary school, and in another six years, she will be taking the College Entrance Examination. Actually, ti flies pretty fast.
Seeing Yang Ping coming over, Sisi imdiately packed up her howork, “Professor Yang, Brother Tang Shun said I could participate in the K Virus Therapy research project.”
“Haven’t you already participated?” Yang Ping asked, puzzled.
Sisi said, “Right now, I’m participating as a volunteer patient. He said I could join as a researcher. What books should I read to learn about this field if I participate?”
That Tang Shun, playing jokes with soone else’s child.
“That’s true, Uncle Lu Xiaolu ca over to see , asked a lot of questions. He said he was the head of the project, and he was interviewing ,” Sisi said earnestly.
“I pleased him with my answers, and he said he could accept . I need to prepare now, what books should I read, I am so nervous,” Sisi said excitedly.
These guys, playing jokes on our little sister Sisi, cheering her up.
Yang Ping thought about it and said, “How about this, I’ll write so articles that you can understand to give you a foundation, how about that?”
“That would be great, that’s exactly what I ant, I didn’t want to say it because you seed so busy,” Sisi said with a smile.
The quirky little one, too shy to say it.
Sisi has been through several experints now, and the tumor has shrunk. After all, the injection was a live virus, and although the symptoms were not severe, each experint was akin to causing a cold. Too many repetitions could potentially disturb the immune system, so there needs to be a break between treatnt courses.
With a heavy stone lifted from his heart, Yang Ping felt much lighter. Regardless of what uncertainties might follow, at least for now, the illness is temporarily under control. This buys ti for the next steps and allows for a breather.
To be honest, on a personal level, Sisi is different from other patients for Yang Ping. Although they share no blood relation, from the very first ti he saw her, he thought of her as his own little sister, making an inner vow to save her, no matter what.
Yang Ping thought that it might be because the child was smart, sensible, or perhaps destined to cross paths with him.
After chatting with Sisi for a while, she said mysteriously, “I’ll tell you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone else.”
“Tell , what’s the secret?” Yang Ping was all ears.
Sisi said, “Do you want to know who drew the manga you’ve been reading? Why does the author understand you so well and know your every move?”
Yang Ping shook his head, “That’s all from Tokyo, Japan. How would I know?”
“It’s Fujiwara Miyuki, she told not to tell you,” Sisi said.
Fujiwara Miyuki? Yang Ping was a bit surprised, “Then why are you telling now?”
“Because she’s coming back, and please don’t be mad if I’m wrong, but I always feel like she looks at you differently. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s a kind of look that I only see in Sister Xiao Su’s eyes,” said Sisi earnestly.
“I don’t know why, but I just feel like I should tell you this secret. I wouldn’t keep any secrets about you from anyone,” Sisi seed quite understanding.
“Thank you.”
“You should be wary of her.”
That quirky kid, what do I have to be wary of her for? Yang Ping laughed to himself.
Yang Ping returned to the doctors’ office. Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang had also completed their surgeries for the day. They gave Yang Ping a brief report on the new patients they had received in recent days and the surgeries they had perford. There was nothing special; they were all manageable.
Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, along with the later arrivals Xia Shu and Old Jin, each had their strengths. Song Zimo was very comprehensive and could be said to be Yang Ping’s proudest student. Xu Zhiliang excelled in cranial and spinal surgeries, Xia Shu in heart surgeries, and Old Jin’s orthopedics skills were extrely high. In the lting pot of the Surgical Research Institute, with continuous training, they had unconsciously beco top in the world. The Institute now had a renowned reputation in the international dical community.
The manga series that spread from Japan had now appeared in dical circles in the United States and Europe, particularly popular among dical students and young doctors.
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The international dical group was always active, and Yang Ping would browse whenever he had a chance. This group gathered so of the world’s top doctors, who would occasionally discuss cases and sotis gossip about the latest news.
[Wu Zi, how did your Level Four go?]
That is a sad story.
[Why is Level Four so heart-wrenching? Why? Can soone tell the answer? I’ve mastered the reading and writing of over four thousand Chinese characters, read Chinese novels every day, listen to Chinese broadcasts, and even hired a private tutor. Why can’t I ever pass Level Four?] Mr. Woodhead bellowed.
Without passing the Chinese Level Four, he couldn’t co to China for more than three months of advanced training. He was a persistent person, soone who refused to admit defeat, and he was determined to achieve his goal.
[Takahashi, where’s that Chinese teacher you ntioned? No matter the cost, I’m willing to pay.]
[Bro, he’s already hung up his boots.]
[Hanging up his boots ans he can take them down again.]
[He’s no longer interested in his old profession.]
[Why not?]
[He’s now the lead experinter for Professor Yang, his na is Tang Shun, one of the main mbers of the Spatial Orientation Gene Theory team.]
Woodhead fell silent at once.
That indeed sounded like a job from which one would not return to the old ways.
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