Surgery Godfather Chapter 1940: 1331: Do You Think You Have Too Much Money?

Capítulo 1940: Chapter 1331: Do You Think You Have Too Much Money?

The news of Yang Ping’s second Nobel Prize is very well circulated, quickly spreading worldwide, not limited to the dical community.

Singapore, Sentosa Island, Guo Jingyao’s seaside villa.

At six in the morning, Guo Jingyao finished a half-hour ditation and was having breakfast on the terrace overlooking the South Sea. The butler walked over lightly, handing over the tablet, displaying the Nobel Prize news page.

“Doctor Yang… won the Nobel again?” Guo Jingyao put down his coffee cup, carefully reading the report. “Ah Zhong,” Guo Jingyao said to the butler, “donate sixty million US Dollars in the na of Guo’s Charity Foundation to Sanbo Research Institute.”

“Yes, sir, should we specifically ntion it’s to congratulate Professor Yang for winning the award?”

“No need.” Guo Jingyao shook his head, “Professor Yang doesn’t require this kind of congratulations. Just say it’s continuing support for his research career.”

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Africa, Ghana, Wang Changxin’s gold mine camp.

The satellite phone signal was intermittent, but Wang Changxin still saw the news in the push notifications. The mining tycoon was standing in the mine’s watchtower, with several kiloters of excavation site stretching below.

Wang Changxin’s dark face blossod into a smile, revealing bright white teeth.

“Boss, what makes you so happy?” The mine manager climbed up to ask.

“A benefactor of mine won the Nobel Prize again. It’s really aweso! So young, winning one Nobel Prize would be enough, but now another, and consecutively too.” Wang Changxin said loudly.

“Doctor? Nobel Prize? That’s incredible.”

“Very incredible, I consider him my good brother.” Wang Changxin looked at the convoy transporting ore in the distance.

“Boss, wow, you have such a capable brother, I haven’t heard you ntion him before.” The manager said with a flattering expression.

Wang Changxin waved generously: “I’m always very low-key.”

“Contact our headquarters in China.” Wang Changxin decided, “Donate twenty million US Dollars, no, eighty million US Dollars, under my personal na to the research institute where Professor Yang is, rember, it’s US Dollars.”

The manager was surprised: “Boss, that’s not a small amount…”

“Today I’m happy, my brother won an award, I want to spend money as I please; eighty million dollars are nothing, just a matter of digging more gold.” Wang Changxin said with a wealthy deanor.

“Also, make a plan to give all workers a bonus, just to let everyone join in the happiness.” Wang Changxin felt that donating wasn’t enough and couldn’t represent his current mood.

“Yes! I’ll handle it right away.” The manager was overjoyed; who would refuse a boss who gives away money so freely?

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Top floor of Anning Group headquarters building.

After finishing the breakfast eting, Ning Qi returned to the office, her secretary had already sorted the news on her desk. Seeing the headline “Yang Ping wins second Nobel Prize,” the file in her hand scattered to the ground with a “swish.”

“President Ning?” The secretary hurriedly helped to pick up.

“It’s okay, you can leave first.” Ning Qi’s voice slightly trembled.

After the secretary left, Ning Qi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city’s view. This young woman controlling a vast business empire felt a complicated emotion—pride, admiration, and a touch of unspoken regret.

She rembered the first ti she t Yang Ping, it was in her father’s ward. Her father was gravely ill, and she, as the heir, bore the family business, exhausted. Yang Ping was part of her father’s dical team then, often comforting her, explaining dical knowledge, helping her understand her father’s illness, and using excellent skills to maintain her father’s dignity in his final days.

Later, her father still passed away, but Yang Ping’s care helped her through the toughest tis. Furthermore, her only brother Ning Yu suddenly had a brain tumor in Japan, and it was Yang Ping who went personally to perform the surgery and brought her brother back from the brink of death.

Since then, Ning Qi has harbored a secret in her heart. But she never showed it. She knew Yang Ping deeply loves Xiao Su. She could only transform this feeling into support for Yang Ping’s career: Anning Group beca one of the largest corporate donors to Sanbo Research Institute, funding huge sums and countless research projects.

The phone rang, her brother Ning Yu called: “Sis, did you see the news? Professor Yang won the Nobel Prize again!”

“I saw it.” Ning Qi tried to keep her voice calm.

“It’s amazing! Two Nobel Prizes! His second, and consecutively, the first in the world. Sis, should we hold a celebration event?”

“No.” Ning Qi imdiately said, “Professor Yang doesn’t like these. We’ll just send a congratulatory letter in the na of the group, then continue to support his research.”

“Alright, but sis, you’ve been supporting Professor Yang’s research for many years, seeing his achievents now must feel very gratifying, right?”

“Yes, very gratifying.” Ning Qi softly said.

After hanging up, she sat back at her desk and opened a locked drawer. Inside were no valuables, only a few photographs: her father with Yang Ping, her brother after surgery with Yang Ping, and a candid shot of Yang Ping at work.

She picked up the candid shot, gently caressing the photo with her fingertips, then placed the photo back in the drawer and locked it.

So brilliance is destined to be admired from afar; so feelings are destined to be silently guarded. To her, Yang Ping is like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating her life but always out of reach.

But that’s okay, Ning Qi thought. Being able to see him shine brightly, being able to support him in illuminating more lives, that’s already the best destiny.

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