As long as Yang Ping says he is sure, then there must be no problem. This is the logic of Professor Zhang and Director Han.
This logic is very simple, but also very reliable.
Because countless facts have proven that this is the case, and this should be philosophical empiricism.
Professor Zhang was in a hurry to train Tai Chi Push Hands. It is said that he hired a master to guide the training at the Sanbo Hotel Staff Club. Qianqianwannu
The risks of surgery are very high, the difficulty is very high, and the success rate is very small. Everything is here.
It seems that there is no point in discussing it.
"You continue the discussion, I'll go see Mr. Zhang."
Director Han also followed him out. He was really worried about this old naughty boy. He is getting older and no matter how good his health is, he will inevitably suffer from osteoporosis. If he gets a fracture due to a bump, everyone will be busy again.
"Real duel?"
"Really! I saw him really training, and how to fall to the ground without getting hurt."
"Director Gang Han said that we can all go to Japan when he is on duty? Did I hear that correctly?"
"It seems so, I heard it too."
So, the whole team is going to Japan!
Everyone cheered, there are not many opportunities like this.
The last time was Yang Ping's surgery at Malaysia's Gleneagles Hospital. At that time, the time was relatively rushed and the team was temporarily mobilized. Everyone came and went in a hurry, and there was no feeling.
This time is different, I am fully prepared.
"Dr. Yang! I have an unspeakable question."
Zhang Lin massaged Yang Ping's shoulders and looked around, hesitating.
"Since it's hard to speak, it's best not to speak."
Yang Ping saw that he was sneaky.
Zhang Lin was a little anxious and his face turned red.
"Like this, will this time be like last time, the hook puller will also have that---"
Zhang Lin's right thumb and the distal pad of his index finger rubbed together quickly.
"What?" Yang Ping asked deliberately.
"This is it!"
Zhang Lin does the action again.
This action represents---money!
"Look at me, why am I so vulgar?" Zhang Lin slapped himself lightly.
Yang Ping found it funny: "Don't act, you are not a saint. A saint still has to eat, drink, and have diarrhea. He must have money, and he must do a good job."
"Don't look at me like that."
Zhang Lin felt that everyone was laughing at him.
"I am a small citizen, and I am indispensable for the market. I have a house loan and a car loan on my back. If they are due every month, I can't afford it. If I don't have the money to pay it back, the house and car belong to the bank, so I must be thinking about money. If I don't let you think about it, I will think about it too.
, I can’t even hold it down, talking about money doesn’t hurt feelings, right?”
Zhang Lin thought to himself, but didn't say it - unlike Xiao Wu, who has a rich father-in-law, his wife is an only child, and the rent at home only covers a few buildings.
Even if you don’t go to work, it doesn’t matter.
Get a notebook every month, walk a few laps, and you will be full of things.
"Don't worry, the consultation fee will definitely not be less than last time." Song Zimo reassured Zhang Lin.
With these words, Zhang Lin felt instantly reassured. Even based on the last price, it was not a small amount.
Completely opposite to Zhang Lin, Xu Zhiliang didn't care about this at all. He was staring at the screen alone to study the images and pictures, and kept asking Yang Ping for advice.
It's like the fireworks in the world have nothing to do with Xu Zhiliang. It seems that he doesn't think about it at all.
"Classmate Xiao Gao has already said that go to his territory, you're welcome, he will make arrangements."
"Xiao Gao is quite reliable and has a rigorous work style."
"Not long ago, a lot of things came by express delivery, Xiao Wu Zhang Lin's diapers, Fatty's cigarettes ---"
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Department of Orthopedics, University of Tokyo Hospital.
An invitation for a transnational consultation was placed on Masao Fujiwara's desk. He thought for a long time and called Fumiya Takahashi to his office.
Fujiwara Masao is different from those old stubborns. He will not refuse real top surgeons because of his so-called reputation. Due to various reasons, he cannot influence the treatment plan of the president, his uncle, but he can influence the treatment plan of this young Chinese.
Treatment.
Moreover, this Chinese man named Ning has a very rich background. His family controls a giant Chinese company. The family’s client, the best law firm in Tokyo, has notified the hospital with a formal document that Dr. Yang Ping from China must be invited to come.
Consultation and surgery.
The medical department has handed the consultation form to Fujiwara for signature. Fujiwara wanted to sign, but he did not want to make it public. He wanted to agree to Yang Ping's consultation in private.
"Teacher!"
Takahashi stood at the door, bowing respectfully and in a standard Japanese style.
"Come in!"
Masao Fujiwara waved.
The teacher and the students sit across the desk.
Fujiwara Masao handed the consultation invitation letter to Takahashi. Takahashi was pleasantly surprised: "Invite Dr. Yang to perform surgery? This young man can be saved."
Soon, he discovered that his gaffe was inappropriate, especially towards Teacher Fujiwara, which was very rude.
But Masao Fujiwara doesn't care.
"Are you really so confident that this young doctor can complete such a difficult operation? And the success rate is very high." Fujiwara Masao said seriously.
After Takahashi returned from China, he was completely different. He was arrogant and arrogant before, but now he is humble and cautious in everything.
Being able to change a person so profoundly made Masao Fujiwara more and more interested in Yang Ping.
"When I was studying in China, I once saw Dr. Yang perform a similar operation. The operation was a public demonstration. The entire operation was thrilling and dangerous, but he was not afraid and successfully performed it. The patient is still alive and well."
Takahashi suppressed his admiration and only used a calm narrative tone.
Because he knows that his opinions will affect Mr. Fujiwara’s decision and may affect the president’s treatment in the future.
He just wants to be as objective as possible, rather than being agitated.
In Japan, financial groups are the backbone of the country, and the power of financial groups is almost at the top of the Japanese social pyramid.
Like the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Masao's generation, even the main family members, already have hundreds of people, scattered in all walks of life, including parliamentarians, professors, doctors, lawyers, etc., almost all of them are industry elites.
In this way, the entire family has deep roots and has become a strong force in Japan.
Even Masao Fujiwara, a doctor, cannot control his uncle's treatment decisions.
The elders of the family company's advisory group are the most powerful. Ito, who is entrusted by them, has more say than Masao Fujiwara, and even Fujiwara's teacher Ikeda is slightly inferior.
"I have seen the video you gave me, and I trust your judgment. If this transnational consultation operation can be facilitated and successful, we can use this as a basis to put pressure on the treatment team and invite Dr. Yang Ping to perform the president's operation.
"Takahashi, if I sign my name on this invitation, it means that I have to face the traditional forces of the entire Tokyo University Hospital, not just one person." Masao Fujiwara said seriously.
Takahashi understands that Tokyo University Hospital, the top hospital in Japan, will naturally breed arrogance.
Now if you want to invite a young Chinese doctor to come here to perform surgery, you will encounter opposition from many people from administrative to clinical levels.
"Don't tell Sasaki and Mitsui about this matter yet," Fujiwara told Takahashi.
Fujiwara knew that these two people would try their best to dissuade him. Fujiwara did not want to cause trouble.
After graduating from the University of Tokyo, Mitsui Sukeyu not only studied spinal surgery with Masao Fujiwara, but also studied cranial surgery with several Japanese neurosurgery masters. He even studied rotationally at Mayo, Hopkins and other hospitals in the United States. p>
The young Mitsui, in his thirties, is the future star of the Department of Neurosurgery at Tokyo University.
While chatting, Fujiwara received a call from his teacher Ikeda.
Putting down the phone, he quickly signed his name on the consultation invitation letter, saying it first and later.
"Takahashi, please give this invitation letter to the Medical Department and ask them to send it out immediately. It is best if you are present and watch them send it out." Fujiwara handed the invitation letter to Takahashi.
"Understood!" Takahashi stood up immediately.
Professor Ikeda, Fujiwara Masao’s teacher and consultant professor of orthopedics at Tokyo University Hospital, although he has retreated to the second line, he has a stronger say in the treatment of some important figures. They are senior medical consultants.
Masao Fujiwara tidied up his clothes and walked to Ikeda's office in the administrative area.
"Masao! I heard that you are going to invite a Chinese doctor to perform the surgery, and he is still very young?" Ikeda's tone was very serious.
It seems like word spreads fast.
Fujiwara Masao cannot be avoided. Although Ikeda has no right to interfere, as his teacher, with his qualifications, it is not difficult to interfere.
"Yes, sir, because the patient's family is very clear that they must either transfer him back to China or ask this Chinese doctor to perform the surgery. I have no choice. This patient cannot be transferred. Moreover, the patient's condition is very similar to that of the president. According to reports,
I know that this Chinese doctor has rich surgical experience and a very high success rate for this type of disease. If---"
"That's enough! Have you ever thought that your behavior will arouse the dissatisfaction of the entire hospital." Ikeda was very impatient.
Masao Fujiwara paused for a moment and said meaningfully: "This is just an ordinary exchange. It caused a sensation because a young Chinese doctor was invited. The teacher often teaches us to treat everything with sincerity. I serve with sincerity."
We are not afraid of criticism. We are already too rigid. If we continue like this, we will soon fall behind."
"You are a kind of depravity!" Ikeda slapped the table.
Fujiwara immediately stood up, stood at attention, and bowed.
"Sir!"
"He who is capable is a teacher. This is what you often teach me. I have read this doctor's papers and watched his surgical videos. In such cases, his surgical ability and experience are better than ours. Since this Chinese patient
The president's condition is similar, and his family members tried their best to invite this doctor. Why don't we just go along with the situation and facilitate this matter? Regardless of success or failure, it will be beneficial to us." Fujiwara defended.
"This is beyond medical skills. It is about the reputation and dignity of our hospital. Reputation and dignity need to be maintained with life, but you damage it so easily. Moreover, your so-called papers and videos cannot be sufficient basis.
!" Ikeda was so angry that his white beard trembled.
Masao Fujiwara immediately went to help him, but he blocked Fujiwara's hand.
"Sir, Fujiwara doesn't understand that as a doctor, you need to pay too much attention to things other than medical skills? Compared with the patient's life, I feel that reputation and dignity are insignificant and completely expendable. I remember that when I was studying medicine with my husband, Mr.
I once ignored my personal reputation and challenged a difficult operation to save a patient's life. In the end, the operation failed. Sir, you just said - I have tried my best and my reputation is not a pity!" Fujiwara Masao argued hard.
If he cannot convince Ikeda, then he will not get any support from the older generation camp, and it will be difficult for him to face the public opinion of the entire hospital.
"This---it's different!" Ikeda said angrily.
"Same! It's just that he is a young Chinese doctor, so you feel that he has lost his reputation and dignity. If he was the most famous professor in the world's top hospital, you would not have such a strong reaction, just like
If the strongest Go master loses to a child, he will definitely be ashamed---"
Fujiwara doesn’t flinch.
"You---"
Ikeda leaned back in his chair, his lips trembled and he was speechless.
Fujiwara brought him a cup of tea, but he just gestured to put it down.
For a long time, Ikeda breathed slowly.
"Have you decided?"
"The invitation has been sent out and should have been received by now."
Fujiwara answered.
Ikeda murmured: "What you said just now, is it really what you think?"
"Exactly!" Fujiwara nodded.
"What do you need me to do?"
"If my decision is collectively rejected by the hospital's consultants and they put pressure on the hospital management, I hope that my husband can help me."
"Well, you contradicted me today, and that old guy Ito is not easy to deal with."
"He is a kind person. As long as the teacher supports me, no one can overturn my decision."
