Chapter 458: Chapter 419: Out of Battery Chapter 458: Chapter 419: Out of Battery Jim Basa was about to hold a press conference and he asked Yang Ping if he had any requests, such as for his privacy.
Yang Ping formally requested: he did not want to expose himself to the public, he hated becoming a public figure, he only wanted to be a quiet, undisturbed doctor. If it was really necessary to disclose information about him, the only information that could be revealed was the code na Doctor Y.
Doctor Y! Jim Basa repeated the na with a aningful tone.
Collins, John Ansen, Massimo and Eugene also repeated the na. It was very good, from now on they could use the code na Doctor Y when ntioning Dr. Yang in certain situations.
Jim Basa bid Yang Ping farewell to go deal with the press, journalists he had blocked for a long ti. They had already put their caras on tripods and were ready to fire at him. He respected Yang Ping’s wishes, much like a genius scientist, a genius doctor should be protected and not influenced by these noisy voices.
After dinner, Yang Ping rested at the hotel. He discussed Steven’s condition and follow-up considerations with a few doctors including John Ansen.
John Ansen privately inford Yang Ping about the establishnt of an online club and invited Yang Ping to join to help clarify doubts for everyone.
John Ansen had an idea. He wanted to turn this online club into a high-level, non-public dical club surpassing any dical associations, with mbers that were geniuses in the dical field. They would discuss advanced issues. Considering so of these advanced issues might be controversial and even incomprehensible to ordinary doctors, they wouldn’t be discussed publicly. He hoped that when Yang Ping had ti, he would send so surgical videos, new surgical thods, new dical ideas to the club forum before forming a paper, so that everyone could learn. This way, among top-notch doctors, new ideas and techniques could spread quickly.
Of course, there would be a complete set of rules for the club in the future, for example, the establishnt of an invitation system, mbership qualifications, mber discipline, confidentiality regulations, dical ethics, intellectual property protection, and so on.
Yang Ping strongly agreed with John Ansen’s idea. In this way, new theories and techniques can be promoted and applied at the fastest speed, rather than relying on traditional papers, books or further studies to spread.
The club would continue to increase its mbers in the future, but the requirents for mbership were very strict, basically the world’s top experts in the industry. As for the club’s na and so details, John Ansen was still considering them.
Massimo also got wind of the club and asked John Ansen about it, but John Ansen didn’t want to invite him yet. He would wait until the club’s na and details were well-established, then naturally invite so suitable doctors.
Except for a few initial mbers, John Ansen decided the admission of following mbers must go through a strict procedure. Except for those personally recomnded by Dr. Yang, who could take the express green lane.
Having gotten enough rest, Yang Ping said farewell to everyone. John Ansen sent Yang Ping and his party to Houston International Airport in a special car.
Collins, Massimo, Eugene and so on, almost all the doctors who participated in the ergency rescue at that ti ca to see them off. Right before getting on the plane, Massimo summoned the courage to ask: “Doctor Yang, how many interventional surgeries have you perford? Can you tell ?”
Yang Ping thought for a while: “I am a surgeon, I hardly ever do interventional surgeries.”
Having said that, Yang Ping waved his hand and led by the airport staff, he began to board the plane. At that mont, the air froze, and Massimo stood there, his mind blank.
United Airline’s charter plane left Houston and followed a direct flight path to China.
On the plane, two blonde, blue-eyed young flight attendants asked Yang Ping for his autograph. Yang Ping could not refuse and could only sign the code na Doctor Y.
The two girls directly asked Yang Ping for his social dia account, hoping to beco friends with Yang Ping.
Old Cheng tried to shield Yang Ping: “Co on, add my account, let’s be friends.”
The girls didn’t listen to him at all, they directly ignored Old Cheng and pursued Yang Ping relentlessly. After all, it was a charter plane, they did not care.
Yang Ping said he didn’t have a whatsapp account. If he didn’t have an account, then he could leave his mobile number. Anyway, there’s Wi-Fi on the plane, and the two girls started downloading WeChat from the App store on their mobile phones.
The enthusiasm of the Arican girls was overwhelming, not restrained at all.
Technically, most of the flight attendants on Arican flights are old ladies, but the flight attendants on this charter flight were surprisingly young, which seed to have been selected on purpose. This was rather uncharacteristic of Arican flights.
On the plane, Yang Ping wanted to take a nap, but Old Cheng was clamoring to play Dou Dizhu (a popular card ga in China). When they were flying here, Cheng had a really good hand, but the plane had to return, which ruined his good hand. Old Cheng was always not convinced about this.
Huang Jiacai was not one to be outdone and continued to play. He wanted to add a punishnt this ti: losing ant drinking a full cup of beverage, regardless of whether it was Coke or coffee. He pointed to the cup while suggesting this.
Since this charter flight was going to take more than ten hours anyway, the three of them started playing Dou Dizhu again. The loser drank a beverage. Old Cheng was always the one losing, drinking cup after cup, which caused him to continuously run to the bathroom and burp uncontrollably.
This prompted a flight attendant to co over and ask if they needed any help. Old Cheng repeatedly waved off the help, saying everything was fine. He patted his belly, which was bulging with carbonated drinks, and said, “Dr. Yang has worked hard, let us all rest.”
When the plane flew over Alaska, it made a brief stop for refueling and then took off again. Two fighter planes took off from Elndorf Air Force Base to escort the charter plane across the Arctic sky as a sign of gratitude to Yang Ping.
After everyone had a good chat playing cards, Yang Ping chatted with Xiao Su on WeChat, then lay down to sleep for a while. The ten-plus hours passed quickly, and the plane landed at Nandu airport a little past midnight.
Dean Xia and Director Han, along with a few colleagues from the comprehensive orthopedics departnt, waited at the airport to pick them up. When Yang Ping ca out of the terminal building and saw his two old leaders waving at him from afar, he felt a sense of familiarity and was almost moved to tears.
Little Su was also standing in the early morning wind, her hair flowing, and a hint of tears in her eyes. Yang Ping, seeing her, felt an overwhelming sense of affection.
Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, Zhang Lin, Little Five, and Liang Fatty were almost jumping up, waving their hands and shouting.
“Dean Xia and Director Han…” Yang Ping was so moved, he didn’t know what to say.
Both leaders were in their fifties, and the fact they waited for him in the middle of the night was very touching.
“You’ve lost weight, it’s only been a week but you’ve lost weight, the nutrition of the Arican burgers must not be enough.” Director Han said, holding Yang Ping’s hand.
Dean Xia also looped his arm around Yang Ping’s shoulder and said: “What kind of nutrition can it have, it’s just a big, half-cooked veggie bun.”
Yang Ping was surrounded by Dean Xia and Director Han, with Dean Xia being tall and sturdy, no one else could get close.
As they walked towards the car park, Director Han suddenly realized sothing was amiss, Xiao Su was unable to approach. So he called out loudly: “Xiao Zhang, how has the car been arranged?”
With a hearty voice, Dean Xia said: “Xiao Yang will sit with , we can have a good chat.”
As he pulled Yang Ping towards the car park, the hospital’s chauffeur quickly ca over to et them. Director Han stopped Dean Xia: “This car, Xiao Zhang has arranged it, it’s well thought out, Zhang Lin, Zhang Lin…”
Only then did Zhang Lin get a chance to speak: “Yes, Director Han and Dean Xia will take one car, the hospital’s car. Dr. Yang will take Xiao Su’s car…”
Dean Xia paused for a mont, Zhang Lin quickly explained: “It’s an electric car, very quiet. Dr. Yang is tired, he needs rest.”
Then Dean Xia understood: “Oh, right, right, Xiao Yang, have a good rest when you get ho. Co to my office for tea tomorrow, we need to have a chat.”
Director Han, pushing Dean Xia, already started walking away.
That’s when everyone got a chance to approach, Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, Zhang Lin, Little Five, Liang Fatty, and a few others asked after his wellbeing. Liang Fatty, trailing behind, gave Yang Ping a shoulder massage. Everyone surrounded Yang Ping as they escorted him to Xiao Su’s car.
Xiao Su didn’t say anything. She started the car, left the car park, made a big round, returned to the car park, then found a parking spot and stopped again.
“What’s wrong?” Yang Ping saw her making rounds and stopping again without speaking. He thought she was angry.
Xiao Su was normally open and straightforward, not a petty person. What could be the matter?
Could it be about the Arican girls hassling him on the plane? She didn’t know about it. Even if she did, there was nothing to be upset about. He was the victim.
“What’s wrong?” Yang Ping asked.
“It seems like the car’s out of power!” Xiao Su said softly.
“Out of power?”
Yang Ping let out a sigh of relief. He thought he had offended the young lady sohow. What a big deal, it’s just a power shortage, they could just find a place to recharge the car. There should still be so ergency power left, right?
“Can you check if the car’s out of power?” Xiao Su pointed to the dashboard.
Yang Ping unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over to turn on the atmosphere light to see what was going on.
As Yang Ping leaned over, before he could touch the light, a pair of hands grabbed his head, soft, moist lips had already pressed onto his.
Pumled by the strong electric shock, dazed!
Like a flood that burst the dam, Yang Ping couldn’t control himself anymore. One hand was already going upstream, trying to trace the source, but was firmly held by Xiao Su.
“Sit down, buckle up.”
After the two separated, Xiao Su’s other hand pushed Yang Ping back into his seat.
“Haven’t recharged the car yet?” Yang Ping tried to get up.
Xiao Su held him down: “No problem, the car has power now. Stay seated, we’re driving.”
The car started, Xiao Su giggled a few tis. The car imdiately left the parking space, accelerating out of the car park.
“Or, should we recharge when we get ho?” Yang Ping was in a rush.
Xiao Su held back her laughter: “There’s a bottle of mineral water on the side, it’s cold, have a few sips.”
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