Chapter 953: Chapter 815 His Hobby is Surgery Chapter 953: Chapter 815 His Hobby is Surgery The professors had a hard ti believing that the words they had just heard ca from a foreigner.
“What is this doctor’s na?”
Academician Wang, equally curious, seized Robert and asked.
“You can call Xiao Luo!”
Knowing that Academician Wang was a guest of Professor Yang and considering his senior age and prestigious title, Robert responded with utmost respect and politeness.
“Dr. Luo, how long have you been in China?” Academician Wang felt that this foreigner’s Chinese was exceptionally proficient, achieving a certain level of mastery.
Phrases like “the higher-ups are cold and alone” or “seeking defeat in solitude” are not commonly used even by Chinese people.
Robert replied honestly, “Only a few months.”
A few months and speaking Chinese this well? Academician Wang could hardly believe it: “Which hospital did you co from?”
“The New York Special Surgery Hospital in the United States,” Robert answered.
Academician Wang wasn’t an orthopedic doctor, but he was well-aware of the hospital’s reputation—it was revered by orthopedists worldwide and ranked number one.
“Why are you here?” Academician Wang inquired.
Without hiding anything, Robert stated: “I’m here for advanced studies at the Sanbo Institute of Sports dicine; Professor Yang is my ntor.”
Academician Wang was speechless. In cardiac surgery, Yang Ping was Li Zehui’s ntor, and in sports dicine, he was this Arican doctor’s ntor. And this was a doctor from New York Special Surgery Hospital, looking at his age, probably an expert, a world-class expert at that.
Professor Yang was so outstanding that he bridged multiple disciplines and could even act as soone else’s ntor.
“Your Chinese is really top-notch,” Academician Wang praised.
“Elder Wang is overpraising . Chinese is actually quite easy to learn. Master a few thousand characters, familiarize yourself with so phrases, and the rest is just reading like mad. It’s a bit more difficult than English in the beginning but gets easier as you progress. A few thousand characters allow you to read anything under the sky,” Robert said frankly.
“Why don’t you co visit our capital, Beijing, soti?”
“I’ve been there a few tis before. I’m very familiar with the Jishuitan and Beijing’s Third Hospital, and I’ve been invited to lecture on several occasions.”
“You shouldn’t have any difficulties communicating in Chinese in daily life, right?”
“Look at what you’re saying, I write several dical records a day, and so far, the dical records office hasn’t had any trouble with .”
“Impressive!”
Academician Wang wanted to chat more with this interesting foreigner, but at that mont, a voice ca from outside the door: “Old Luo, Old August, where are you hiding? The 200-pound patient is waiting for a bed transfer.”
“Coming, coming, I just finished changing my clothes.”
Robert imdiately stood up: “Old August, hurry up, bed transfer!”
“Goodbye, we’ll talk next ti. We’ve got work to do.”
Robert waved goodbye to Academician Wang.
What was going on? Such big-na experts were being bossed around like standardized training students, Robert and August tightened their belts and imdiately sprinted out.
The professors looked at one another again, bewildered by the place where seemingly nothing made conventional sense, as though they had walked onto the wrong set.
“Wait for !” Li Zehui quickly followed.
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Song Hanhui was admitted to the CCU, and family mbers were not allowed direct contact with patients there. Even visitations could only be done by looking through a glass wall from afar.
But Yao Xiurong could not contain her anxiety, repeatedly ringing the CCU’s doorbell, begging each ti she saw the duty doctor to let her in to see her son.
After being refused by the doctors, she wouldn’t wait long before pressing the doorbell again, presenting the sa request repeatedly.
The CCU doctors were extrely busy and didn’t have ti to indulge her, nor would they allow her to enter the CCU to visit the patient. So principles cannot be compromised.
To maintain the normal operating order of the CCU, whenever the doorbell rang, the nurse on duty would check the entrance cara, and upon seeing Yao Xiurong, the nurse would not hesitate to disconnect the bell, preventing it from ringing again. After a dozen attempts, Yao Xiurong eventually gave up the idea of going into the CCU.
Because she couldn’t reach the doctors or nurses, Yao Xiurong had no choice but to vent her frustration on Old Song, who was good-natured and didn’t take her anger to heart, simply humming to himself.
Yang Ping usually made personal visits to check on his patients in the CCU, coming once in the morning and once in the afternoon.
Yao Xiurong, who had been waiting at the CCU entrance, rushed to Yang Ping the mont she saw him and grabbed his hand, hoping he would take her inside.
Yang Ping calmly said, “I can take you inside, but first, you must write a declaration and sign your fingerprint on it. The declaration must clearly state that because Song Hanhui’s surgery has been very successful, you are not satisfied and insist on entering the CCU to disrupt the treatnt, aiming to lower the treatnt’s effectiveness.”
Yao Xiurong stared at Yang Ping, who looked utterly serious: “Write just like that, sign, and leave your fingerprint. I’ll hand it over to the chief doctor to be included in the dical records, and then I’ll imdiately take you inside. It’s rare to see family mbers unsatisfied because the surgery went too well, unlike your case, where they are typically discontent with bad outcos.”
Seeing Yang Ping’s solemn deanor, nothing like jest, Yao Xiurong forced out an awkward smile. After glancing a few tis, she dropped the subject, quickly dragged Old Song away, while he struggled to keep his laughter inside.
Yang Ping disliked those who were unhelpful, especially when they did so under the guise of morality.
Take Yao Xiurong, for instance. No one doubted she was genuinely anxious and cared deeply for her son, and her motives were certainly pure, but her actions resulted in extrely negative consequences.
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