Yang Ping's words were so light, but Director Han had no doubts.
For him, Lao Han has opened his mind wide enough, but now he still feels that it is not big enough.
"If there is an article in "Science" or "Nature", can I be promoted to deputy senior position in advance?" Yang Ping just asked and had no other meaning.
Old Han was stunned for a moment, he really didn't have enough imagination: "This--if there is really an article, not to mention being promoted to deputy senior officer in advance, I'm afraid the PhD supervisor will also get it done."
Now Lao Han is a little confused. I came over to talk to him about the Ph.D. exam. As we were chatting, the topic of doctoral supervisor came to mind. Doctor, doctoral supervisor, it was like a tongue twister.
"Can you get a Ph.D. supervisor with one article? Really?" Yang Ping's eyes sparkled.
"Really!" Old Han almost spit out a mouthful of tea.
I have never seen such a person in my dream. What kind of magazines are "Science" and "Nature"? They think they are handwritten newspapers written by elementary school students. I just write a few sentences and paste them up.
Yang Ping didn't speak. He put the tea cup on the coffee table next to him and tapped his right index finger on his thigh rhythmically, but he didn't hum.
Calm, he is very calm, he is just thinking that he should take the time to study "Science" and "Nature". As his ability improves, his goals will be set higher.
"Xiao Yang?" Old Han looked a little strange when he saw him.
Yang Ping responded: "Oh!"
"In case, I mean just in case, director, don't mind. I'm just curious and want to ask clearly. You said that I became a doctoral supervisor while I was studying for a Ph.D.? What should I do about this? I'm a bit confused.
." Yang Ping suddenly asked.
"This---?" Old Han was confused by the question. This question was a bit brain-burning.
What should you do if you encounter this situation?
There shouldn't be any conflict between the two, right? Some doctoral supervisors who have master's degrees but still want to complete their dream of getting a Ph.D. can also study for a Ph.D., or they have already become a doctoral supervisor. Even if they don't study for a Ph.D., it won't have any impact.
"There is no conflict between the two. You are studying for my Ph.D., not the Ph.D. of your doctor." Old Han felt that his statement should have been made clear, but it was a bit convoluted.
"Well, I think so." Yang Ping also agreed with this answer.
The two were silent for a while, and then Lao Han said, "Do you have any questions?"
"No more!" Yang Ping was still thinking about something.
"Work harder, the biggest thing right now is the doctoral exam, do you understand?"
"OK, got it!"
The two drank tea for a while, and then Dean Xia made an appointment with Lao Han for dinner in the evening. It was time for Lao Han to get off work. Before leaving, Lao Han repeatedly reminded Yang Ping about taking the Ph.D. exam.
Coming out of Lao Han's office, the nurse told Yang Ping: "A friend of yours is waiting for you in the interview room. She has been waiting for a long time."
"Female, friend, who is it? Could it be that Huang Jiahui sent some equipment and information?" Yang Ping didn't care.
He went to the interview room to see that his friend had come out on his own and was standing at the door: "Hello, Dr. Yang, I'm sorry, I don't have an appointment because I don't have your phone number."
Yang Ping's memory is very good. Even if he doesn't deliberately remember someone, he will not forget it easily. This is Ning Qi, the daughter of Mr. Ning, a patient in Overseas Chinese Building at that time.
"Miss Ning?" Yang Ping really couldn't think of what she wanted to do with him.
Ning Qi is thirty years old, relatively tall, and her beautiful face is flushed. She must have recovered from the grief of losing her father: "Excuse me, I came here specifically to thank Dr. Yang."
"You're welcome, please sit down." Yang Ping asked her to sit down.
The interview room is relatively spacious and is usually used for talking and signing with patients.
Ning Qi sat down with a gift box on the table. She looked elegant and generous: "Dr. Yang, this is a box of cookies. It's a little thoughtful. I am very grateful to you for taking care of my father at that time and making his last journey in life smooth."
dignity."
"You're welcome, that's what we should do." Yang Ping felt that he was not of much help at that time.
The two of them didn't know what to talk about. Ning Qi was a little embarrassed and out of tune with her usual mature and steady nature: "Oh, this is my business card, Dr. Yang. If you don't mind, make a friend. I just came from your clinic building to see you.
Go to the hospital and introduce yourself. You have done a lot of surgeries that people admire."
Yang Ping took the business card with both hands. The business card showed that Ning Qi was the chairman of Anning Group. Yang Ping then remembered that his father Ning Tianxiong was the boss of Anning Group. She has now inherited her father's business and took up the post of Anning Group's boss.
Chairman.
This young woman is actually the chairman of a giant company. I really can't tell, and those who don't know better think she is a middle school teacher.
Isn't Anning Insurance, where Director Zhu works, a subsidiary of Anning Group? The company where Director Zhu is now the vice president should be regarded as a subsidiary company of Anning Group.
"I've always wanted to come and visit Dr. Yang, but the company is busy with business, so I've postponed my visit until now." Miss Ning said sincerely.
In those days, Miss Ning stayed with her father and saw Yang Ping almost every day. However, the communication between the two was more about explaining Mr. Ning's illness. Now apart from his illness, I really don't know what to talk about.
"You are very busy, so I won't bother you. I made this box of cookies myself. Thank you again for taking care of my father at that time. I am very grateful!" Miss Ning stood up to leave and bowed slightly.
When Mr. Ning left, he could not say a word to his son in person after all, and passed away with regret. Looking at Ning Qi's back, Yang Ping was deeply touched.
After sending Miss Ning away, Yang Ping went to the ward for a walk. He went to visit Sisi and checked the external fixator adjustment registration card beside the bed. After the New Year, Sisi was more energetic, probably because she did not use radiotherapy or chemotherapy anymore.
"Thank you for helping my mother find a job." Sisi's childish voice.
Every time I see her, she is lying on the table writing and drawing. I don’t know what she is writing or drawing this time.
Sisi took the initiative to show her drawing to Yang Ping: "I am drawing comics. You see, my disease is a monster. I am fighting it. You are helping me. I defeated it temporarily and it slipped away."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is this grinning guy your disease?" Yang Ping saw how well she painted.
This little girl is so good at everything she does. If she hadn't been suffering from illness, she would be sitting in a spacious and bright classroom now. She must be a student with excellent academic performance and praise from the teacher.
"Can you still use comic strips?" Yang Ping saw that her technique was very impressive.
Sisi was unconvinced: "I learned this after studying a lot of comics. You see, painting with a single shot is too flat and has no appeal. Only by using split shots and expressing it from different angles can the tension of the picture be expressed---"
There were indeed many comics neatly piled on the chair next to his bed, and Yang Ping randomly picked up a copy of "Slam Dunk".
"That second brother, like Rukawa Kaede in it, is always cool." Sisi pointed to the comic in Yang Ping's hand.
Yang Ping smiled and said: "What about me? Who do I look like in there?"
Sisi was a little embarrassed and frowned: "Brother, you, it seems there is no one as powerful as you in this group!"
"What should we do?" Yang Ping asked deliberately.
This time, Sisi was stumped. She pursed her lips and held her chin: "Let me think about it. How about adding up the most powerful ones?"
Yang Ping put away the book: "You should have a good rest. We are preparing for a full set of re-examinations. Are you worried?"
"Don't worry. I have already prepared for the night to come. Big brother, I want to ask you a question." Sisi was very calm.
"Tell me, we are good friends." Yang Ping didn't know what she wanted to ask.
Sisi thought for a while: "Tell me, how can I persuade my parents to have another brother or sister?"
Yang Ping couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes instantly became wet and his vision blurred.
"Little fool, don't think so much for now. Maybe they just want to give you all their love now. Believe me, everything will be fine." Yang Ping hugged her and encouraged her.
"But---I'm afraid---" Sisi whispered.
After leaving the ward, Yang Ping blinked and tried to regain his vision.
Sisi's mother has already gone to work as a nurse in the department. She is very diligent and does some things within her duties in an orderly manner. She also rushes to do some things that are not within her scope of responsibility, such as helping doctors and nurses collect express delivery and take out food.
Cai Qiaojun is very satisfied with her work. She does her work without being picky or complaining. She works hard and always has a grateful heart.
It was already past the time to get off work, and Xiao Su was waiting for Yang Ping to have dinner together.
Song Zimo and Tang Fei walked over to each other. Tang Fei had to help Sisi with her homework every day. They didn't know about this child and had known about her illness for a long time.
"Senior brother?" Song Zimo saw something was wrong with Yang Ping's eyes.
Yang Ping said lightly: "Oh, the eyelashes fell into my eyes and I couldn't get them out even after blinking a few times. Can I help Sisi with her homework?"
"Yes, I assigned homework this morning. Come here to check it now." Tang Fei knocked on the door several times.
"Please come in!" Sisi's voice said.
"Xiao Su is waiting for you, go quickly." Song Zimo told Yang Ping.
Yang Ping straightened his white coat, straightened his chest, and walked through the corridor.
