Capítulo 1932: Chapter 1327: Exclusive News_3
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Five past six, the large eting room was already filled to capacity. Everyone was present, including administrative and logistics personnel who rarely show up. The air was filled with a tense silence.
Yang Ping pushed the door open, wearing his usual White Gown, holding a thin folder in his hand.
Everyone instantly stood up; no one commanded, but applause erupted at that mont, surging like a tide, lasting a full two minutes. So began to wipe away tears, while others tightly grasped the hands of those next to them.
Yang Ping waited for the applause to gradually subside and gestured for everyone to sit down.
“I think everyone has heard the news,” his opening was simple and direct, “Yes, the human body regulation theory has won this year’s Nobel Prize in Physiology or dicine.”
As his words fell, applause rang out once more, more enthusiastic than before, mixed with cheers and whistles.
Yang Ping waited a mont before continuing: “This honor belongs to each and every one of us. To every Researcher, technician, administrative personnel, logistics staff, without your day-to-day dedication, today would not have been possible.”
His gaze swept over everyone: “But what I most want to say today is, this award changes nothing. Tomorrow morning at eight, the Laboratory lights will turn on as usual; the centrifuge will operate as usual; Patients will arrive at the wards as usual. Our job is to understand life, to help Patients, not to chase awards.”
“The core of the regulation theory is balance,” Yang Ping’s voice was steady and strong, “and right now, the most crucial thing is to maintain balance within ourselves. Not to be overwheld by honor, not to have our rhythm disrupted by attention, not to be crushed by expectations.”
He opened the folder, which contained only one sheet of paper: “So I’m announcing a few things: First, all external interview requests will be coordinated by the dical Science Academy’s publicity departnt; the Institute will not directly receive dia; Second, all academic Cooperation invitations shall be submitted to the committee for review as usual; Third, everyone’s job responsibilities remain unchanged; Fourth, dinner at the canteen will be on tonight, after we adjourn.”
The eting Room was very quiet; everyone was listening attentively.
“Finally,” Yang Ping closed the folder, “Rember why we’re here today, not for a dal, but for those Patients who are still waiting for answers, for those life mysteries that have yet to be solved.”
The eting lasted only fifteen minutes. But when everyone left the eting Room, their steps were more assured.
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At half-past six in the evening, the canteen was bustling. There were a lot of hearty dishes added, yet the atmosphere was surprisingly orderly. Everyone congratulated each other, but discussions about work were also interwoven.
“Teacher Tang, I still need to compare that data model with you…”
“Xiaoxiao, I’ve reviewed the revision suggestions for your paper, there are a few points…”
“Zhang Bo, is the script for next week’s science stream ready?”
“Zhang Lin! Don’t you always have insider news? How co you didn’t co out with an exclusive announcent this ti…”
“Only the Professor can have the exclusive news!”
Yang Ping carried his tray, symbolically eating a bit, sitting at each table. When he reached Zhang Bo’s table, Zhang Lin was so excited that he was at a loss for words: “Professor! I… I don’t know what to say!”
“Then eat more,” Yang Ping smiled as he placed a piece of rib on Zhang Lin’s plate, “Eat up, so you have the strength to continue debunking.”
When he got to Chu Xiaoxiao’s table, several young people stood up, eyes red.
“Sit down, sit down,” Yang Ping gestured, “Data won’t automatically look better because of an award, tomorrow I want to see your new analysis.”
At noon, 12:30 Stockholm ti, the press conference had already ended. Yang Ping’s photo and the introduction to the regulation theory appeared on the headlines of major dia globally. Chairman Carlson specifically ntioned while answering Reporter questions: “This is a revolutionary study on the shift in dical thinking, representing a new perspective on how we view diseases and treatnt.”
At seven in the evening, Beijing ti, Yang Ping returned ho. Xiao Shu had already watched his cartoons at ho, Xiao Su was waiting in the living room, the TV playing news silently.
“You’re back?” Xiao Su greeted warmly.
“Yes, how’s Xiao Shu?”
“He just finished watching cartoons.”
Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Shu turned his head to see him, his eyes lighting up: “Daddy!”
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