Jim Barca is about to hold a press conference to ask Yang Ping what requirements he has, such as privacy.
Yang Ping solemnly stated that he did not want to be exposed to the public. He hated being a public figure. He just wanted to be a doctor quietly and without interruption. If he had to reveal information about him, he could only use the code name Dr. Y. Doctor Y! Jim Bartha repeats the name meaningfully.
Collins, Johannesson, Massimo and Eugene also repeated this name. It was very good. In the future, when they mentioned Dr. Yang on some occasions, they could also use the code name Dr. Y.
Jimbasa shook hands with Yang Ping and said goodbye. He was going to deal with the reporters, who had been blocked by him for too long. Now they had long guns and short cannons ready to fire at him. He expressed respect for Yang Ping's wishes, just like a genius scientist, a
Genius doctors should be protected from these noisy voices.
After dinner, Yang Ping rested in the hotel and discussed Steven's condition and follow-up precautions with Johnathan and several doctors.
Johannesson privately informed Yang Ping about establishing an online club and invited Yang Ping to join the club to help everyone clear up their doubts.
Johannessen had an idea. He wanted to build this online club into a super-high-level, non-public medical club that surpasses any medical association. Members must be geniuses in the medical field and discuss some advanced issues. In view of this,
Some advanced issues may be very controversial, and even ordinary doctors may not be able to understand them, so they will not be discussed publicly. He hopes that Yang Ping can have time to publish some surgical videos, new surgical techniques, and new medical concepts before forming a paper.
Go to the club forum and let everyone learn, so that new ideas and new technologies can spread as quickly as possible among first-class doctors.
Of course, the club will formulate a complete set of rules in the future, such as the establishment of an invitation system, membership qualifications, member discipline, confidentiality regulations, medical ethics, intellectual property protection, etc.
Yang Ping very much agreed with Johannesson's idea. In this way, some new theories and technologies can be promoted and applied as quickly as possible without relying on traditional papers, books or further study.
This club will continue to add members in the future, but the conditions for membership are very strict. They are basically the world's top experts in the industry. As for the name of the club and some details, Johannessen is still considering it.
Massimo also vaguely heard about the club and asked Johannesson about it, but Johannesson didn't want to invite him yet. He would naturally send invitations to some suitable doctors after the club's name and details were drawn up.<
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In addition to the first few members, Johannessen decided that those who joined later must follow strict procedures. Unless Dr. Yang personally recommends people, they can take the green channel.
It was almost time to rest, Yang Ping said goodbye to everyone, and Johannesson sent Yang Ping and his entourage to Houston International Airport in a special car.
Collins, Massimo, Eugene, etc., almost all the doctors involved in the emergency rescue at that time went to see him off. When he was about to get on the plane, Massimo summoned up the courage to ask: "Dr. Yang, how many interventional surgeries have you done? Conveniently.
Tell me?"
Yang Ping thought for a while: "I am a surgeon. I perform interventional surgeries and rarely do them."
After speaking, Yang Ping waved his hand and started boarding the plane under the guidance of the airport staff. At that moment, the air solidified and Massimo stood there, his whole mind going blank.
The United Airlines special flight departed from Houston and flew to China along a direct route.
On the plane, two young stewardesses with blond hair and blue eyes asked Yang Ping to sign. Yang Ping could not refuse, so he had to sign the code name of Dr. Y.
The two girls unabashedly asked Yang Ping for his social account, hoping to become friends with Yang Ping.
Lao Cheng wanted to block the gun for Yang Ping: "Come on, come on, add my account, we can be friends."
The girls listened to him and simply ignored Lao Cheng and chased Yang Ping. It was a private plane anyway, so it didn't matter.
Yang Ping said that he didn’t have a WhatsApp account at all. If he didn’t have an account, he would leave a mobile phone number. Besides, there was no wifi on the plane, so the two girls started downloading Wechat directly from the mobile app store.
The enthusiasm of American girls is a bit overwhelming and not subtle at all.
It stands to reason that most of the flight attendants on American planes are aunts. The flight attendants on this special flight are surprisingly young. It seems that they were deliberately selected, which is a bit inconsistent with the characteristics of American flights.
On the plane, Yang Ping wanted to take a nap, but Lao Cheng yelled about fighting the landlords. When he came, he had a good hand, but the plane had to return, which ruined the good hand. Lao Cheng was still unconvinced.
Huang Jiacai did not show any weakness and continued to fight. Now there is some punishment. The loser drinks a whole cup of drink, whether it is cola or coffee. Drink a whole cup. Huang Jiacai pointed at the cup.
Anyway, the special plane had to fly for more than ten hours, so the three of them started playing Landlords again. The loser drank a drink, but Lao Cheng always lost, one cup at a time. He drank so much that Lao Cheng kept running to the bathroom and burping with carbonated gas.
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The stewardess came over and asked if he needed any help. Lao Cheng repeatedly waved his hand and said it was okay. He held out his stomach and said, "Dr. Yang, thank you for your hard work. Let's take a rest."
When the plane passed through Alaska, it stopped for refueling and continued to take off. Two fighter jets from Elmendorf Air Force Base took off to escort the special plane and flew over the North Pole to express gratitude to Yang Ping.
After everyone had a good time chatting and playing cards, Yang Ping chatted with Xiao Su on WeChat, and then lay down to sleep for a while. More than ten hours passed quickly, and the plane landed at Nandu Airport at around one o'clock in the morning.
Dean Xia, Director Han and several buddies from the Comprehensive Orthopedics Department were waiting at the airport to pick them up. Yang Ping came out of the terminal and saw the two old leaders waving to him from a distance. He felt so cordial that he almost couldn't bear it.
Stop crying.
Xiao Su was also standing in the early morning wind, with her hair flowing and tears in her eyes. Yang Ping felt doubly fond of her when he saw her.
Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, Zhang Lin, Xiao Wu, and Fatty Liang almost jumped up and waved and shouted.
"Dean Xia, Director Han ---" Yang Ping was so moved that he didn't know what to say.
The two leaders are also in their fifties. It is really unbearable to have to wait here to pick him up in the middle of the night.
"I lost weight. I lost weight in just a week. American hamburgers are not nutritious." Director Han held Yang Ping's hand.
Dean Xia also put his arm around Yang Ping's shoulders and said, "What kind of nutrition can that thing have? It's just a half-cooked vegetable bun."
Yang Ping was surrounded by Dean Xia and Director Han. Dean Xia was tall and thick, making it impossible for others to get close to him.
Walking all the way to the parking lot, Director Han suddenly realized that something was wrong. Xiao Su was nearby and couldn't get close, so he shouted loudly: "Xiao Zhang, how are this--this car arranged?"
Dean Xia's rough voice said: "Xiao Yang, sit here with me and let's have a good chat."
After saying that, he pulled Yang Ping to the parking lot and continued walking. The hospital driver hurried over to greet him. Director Han grabbed Dean Xia and said, "Xiao Zhang has arranged this car. It's very particular. Zhang Lin, Zhang Lin ---
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Only then did Zhang Lin have a chance to speak: "Here, Director Han, you and Dean Xia are in the same car, the hospital's car, that Dr. Yang, take Xiao Su's car over there---"
Dean Xia was startled, and Zhang Lin hurriedly explained: "Pure electric cars, be quiet. Dr. Yang has worked hard and needs to rest."
Dean Xia finally came to his senses: "Oh, yes, yes, Xiao Yang, go back and have a good rest. Come to my office tomorrow to drink tea and have a good chat."
Director Han pushed Dean Xia away.
Only in this way did everyone have the opportunity to gather around. Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, Zhang Lin, Xiao Wu, and Fatty Liang asked after him. Fatty Liang followed behind and massaged Yang Ping's shoulders. Everyone gathered around Yang Ping and sent Yang Ping away.
Get in Xiao Su’s car.
Xiao Su didn't say anything, started the car, walked out of the parking lot, turned around in a big circle, turned back to the parking lot, and then found a parking space to stop.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ping watched her turn around and then stopped without saying anything, thinking she was angry.
Xiao Su is usually generous and generous, not a small-minded person. What's wrong?
Could it be that she was entangled by two American girls on the plane? She didn’t know. Even if she knew, it would be fine. She was the victim.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ping asked.
"It seems the battery is out!" Xiao Su said softly.
"Out of battery?"
Yang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had offended this eldest lady. It was such a big deal that there was no power. He just needed to find a place to charge. There should be some spare power for emergencies.
"Look, is there no power?" Xiao Su pointed at the dashboard.
Yang Ping unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over, and fumbled to turn on the ambient light to see what was going on.
Yang Ping had just leaned over and before he touched the lamp, a pair of hands held his head, and his soft and moist lips were already pressed against it.
A burst of super electric shock!
The flood is like bursting the embankment. Where can Yang Ping still control it? One hand has already moved up in the opposite direction. He wants to trace the source and is firmly grasped by Xiao Su.
"Sit tight and fasten your seat belt."
The two separated, and Xiao Su pushed Yang Ping back to his seat with his other hand.
"It's not charged yet?" Yang Ping tried to get up forcefully.
Xiao Su held him down and said, "It's okay. The battery is on. Sit tight and let's drive."
The car started, Xiao Su chuckled a few times, and the car immediately drove out of the parking space and accelerated out of the parking lot.
"How about we go home and recharge later?" Yang Ping said anxiously.
Xiao Su pursed her lips and smiled: "There is a bottle of mineral water next to it. It's ice cold. Take a few sips."