Chapter 898: Chapter 789: Do not have surgery for now_2 Chapter 898: Chapter 789: Do not have surgery for now_2 “Professor Yang, shall we make a trip this afternoon?” Director Zhou Min thought it would also be a good idea to accompany Professor Yang in the afternoon.
Yang Ping nodded. “No problem, I should get familiar with the operating room environnt anyway.”
With that, everything was set: they would familiarize themselves with Anzhen Hospital in the afternoon, and tomorrow, during the surgery, they would demonstrate the technique and decide who would be the backup chief surgeon.
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Elder ng stopped drawing halfway through when his pen suddenly halted, unable to recall the latter part of the diagram. He had no choice but to put his pen down.
“Zhida— keep it safe— it’s not finished yet— I will finish it later,” Elder ng instructed his student.
Liu Zhida carefully put away the paper and the clipboard, being extra careful not to crease them, as they were his teacher’s painstaking work.
Elder ng’s spouse and the nurse helped him lay down slowly to rest, but as he lay in bed, he refused to rest. His mind was constantly active, using nearly all of his heart’s limited energy on cerebral thoughts, racing against the Grim Reaper, determined to rember the diagram in his final monts.
On the paper attached to the clipboard was only half a drawing, made entirely of jagged lines, but Liu Zhida could understand it. This half was the key step reflecting on the previous experint, a pivotal reason behind the failures. However, with only half completed, the rest remained a mystery to Zhida.
Moreover, such technical drawings can’t be accurately conveyed through words; they have to be illustrated.
As soon as he laid down, the Old Academician wanted to speak again, and Liu Zhida imdiately leaned in to listen.
“Zhida— there’s still— half— I— can’t rember.”
After speaking to his student, the Old Academician wanted to speak with his spouse, who was gently stroking his sweaty forehead. The effort of drawing that half had already taken a massive toll on his energy.
The Old Academician tightly held his spouse’s hand, cautioning:
“For now— no— surgery— definitely— not! I haven’t— finished drawing.”
He had to complete the other half of the diagram, the culmination of years of dedication in the laboratory, finally pinpointing the reason for past failures. Now at the crucial mont, he couldn’t afford any more mistakes; otherwise, it might an many more years of going in circles.
If he were to undergo surgery, he might never wake up again, and the Old Academician absolutely refused to leave the diagram unfinished.
In his heart, that half-completed diagram was more important than his own life.
His spouse understood what Elder ng ant — he had half a diagram yet to be completed and worried that he might never have another chance.
“Alright, alright, let’s not have the surgery for now,” his spouse nodded, comforting him.
But Elder ng still wasn’t reassured. He took a few breaths and said, “Tell— the doctor— now— say it now!”
Understanding Elder ng, the spouse dutifully conveyed his wishes to Director Nan Yingshu nearby, “Director Nan, let’s not proceed with the surgery for now; Teacher ng still has unfinished work.”
The spouse spoke loudly and clearly, making sure Elder ng could hear it.
But after speaking, the spouse could no longer hold back the tears, which gushed forth uncontrollably. Turning away and stepping aside, the spouse pulled out a handkerchief to cover their nose and mouth before quickly finding a secluded corner to sit down and cry, trying to suppress the sobs.
All the doctors and nurses present couldn’t help but shed tears upon witnessing this scene.
If they didn’t operate, there was no hope of survival. From beginning to end, the Old Academician thought not of himself but of his research topic and the country’s defense foundations.
Fifty years ago, it was the sa, and fifty years later, it remains the sa!
A quote from a poem: “The rapids of Jian River run fast and wide as clouds in the wind; the general never takes off his golden armor, even at night.”
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Yang Ping went back to the guesthouse to rest. Director Zhou Min stayed with him throughout, a task personally entrusted by Dean Liu that Zhou Min dared not neglect.
The scene of the Old Academician struggling to draw kept replaying in Yang Ping’s mind, filling him with a heavy feeling. He profoundly understood what it ant to be noble, pure, moral, above petty interests, and of benefit to the people.
Throughout all the political education classes from childhood to adulthood, emphasizing “serving the people,” “contributing to the country,” “studying for the rise of China,” and so on. Yang Ping always found these to be empty, mundane slogans.
But today, he experienced a genuine sense of patriotism, a simple spirit that was so very close to him.
Today’s peace and happiness are by no ans to be taken for granted. It is only because of such dedicated, unsung individuals that we enjoy our lives so freely.
The general impatience and materialism of society make people forget—we always have clear skies because soone has been holding an umbrella overhead all this ti.
“Director Zhou, let’s go to Anzhen earlier this afternoon so I can familiarize myself with the patient I’ll be operating on tomorrow,” Yang Ping said, gathering his thoughts, feeling compelled to do sothing for the Old Academician.
“After we have lunch, let’s go. I’ll give Xiao Wu a call,” Director Zhou Min was all too willing to assist.
After arriving in Beijing, Yang Ping hadn’t sent any ssages to Xiao Su on WeChat, nor had he contacted anyone else. He understood the importance of organizational discipline at critical tis. With his mother-in-law looking after Xiao Su, Yang Ping was quite at ease.
After lunch, not bothering to rest, Yang Ping headed with Director Zhou Min to Anzhen Hospital to familiarize himself with the environnts.
Director Zhou Min had a quality that made it easy for one to feel comfortable and familiar around him. He had only interacted with Yang Ping a couple of tis, but to Yang Ping, it felt as though they had known each other for much longer.
Similarly, during the previous visit to Sanbo, the political commissar, Zhang Zhenglong, had also given off this impression—extrely kind and amiable, like an old friend with whom conversation was always a breath of fresh air.
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