Narita Airport is located in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture, Japan, more than 60 kilometers away from the center of Tokyo.
When the plane landed, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
After coming out of the airport, everyone put on warm clothes.
Lao Cheng immediately opened the bag, took out a windbreaker and put it on Yang Ping, but he didn't care at all.
Yang Ping didn't feel cold at all: "You'd better put it on yourself, I'm fine."
Yang Ping likes to exercise and has been running in the morning. His physical fitness is very good and his ability to withstand cold is naturally strong.
The staff in charge of conference reception at the Affiliated Hospital of Dongda University are already waiting at the exit.
Takahashi and Teacher Tang also stood at the exit holding a sign. The sign read "Welcome Dr. Yang Ping" in beautiful regular script calligraphy. Compared with other casually written words or printed words, it was not at the same level. Gao Qiao has communicated with the reception staff of Dongda Affiliated Hospital in advance, and Yang Ping will be received by him alone.
Lao Cheng is not among the participants, so it doesn't matter who receives him, as long as he follows Yang Ping.
Although there are still many people at the airport at night in winter.
At the exit of the station, more than a dozen doctors gathered. Su Nanchen counted the number of people, and no one was left behind.
Yang Ping said goodbye to Professor Su and was about to walk towards Gaoqiao. Professor Su asked Su Nanchen to go with Yang Ping: "You can go too, I'll be with everyone, it'll be fine."
"Don't drink, pay attention to safety, go to bed early at night, and gather at the Affiliated Hospital of Dongda University tomorrow." Professor Su stopped Yang Ping and Su Nanchen and warned them.
The two of them were like birds out of their cages, very happy.
On the plane, with those professors, to be honest, it is impossible to be unrestrained. After all, there is a generation gap, and they are all teachers.
How can young people be so relaxed and carefree together?
Other young doctors were very envious of them. When they came to Tokyo, they had friends to pick them up and could act alone.
Coming to pick him up at the airport was Fumiya Takahashi, an international expert in orthopedic trauma and orthopedics. Looking at his demeanor, he was respectful to Yang Ping.
Takahashi bowed and said with great excitement: "Welcome to Tokyo, sir!"
It can be seen that this kind of politeness is sincere and comes from the heart, rather than being artificial on the scene, and the title of sir is also a title of great respect for the elders from the younger generation. Usually, Takahashi only calls Fujiwara Masao, Professor Ikeda, etc.
Mr. Ren.
Takahashi was wearing a suit and tie. When he bowed, he put his hands close to the seam of his trousers and bent his body at almost ninety degrees.
The windbreaker in his hand was originally prepared for Yang Ping, but Yang Ping already had enough clothes, so he had to keep it in his hand.
"You're welcome, just be casual."
Yang Ping is very straightforward, and Takahashi is also a good friend, with no formalities.
"Are you hungry? We will go back to Tokyo soon. The meals have been arranged."
The set meals on the plane are really not delicious and don’t have enough energy. It’s definitely not possible without a snack at night.
"This is the translator I asked for, Teacher Tang Shun." Takahashi introduced Teacher Tang.
"Tang Shun, a PhD student in molecular biology at the University of Tokyo, just call me Xiao Tang!" Teacher Tang stretched out his hand.
He is about the same age as Yang Ping, he looks very energetic, and his eyes look very clever.
Yang Ping, Su Nanchen and Lao Cheng, led by Takahashi, took a commercial vehicle and rushed from Narita Airport to a hotel in Edogawa District, Tokyo.
Edogawa Ward is a suburb of Tokyo, adjacent to Chiba Prefecture.
You can see sparse villas along the way. The hotel is relatively secluded and is a traditional Japanese villa.
There are some lanterns hanging in front of the villa with the words "Jihu House" written on them.
The wooden plaque on the gate also says "Jihuju". These words are all traditional Chinese characters and there are no Japanese kana.
Behind the villa is a large pond, probably the so-called lake, with a wooden corridor leading to a pavilion in the center of the pond.
I heard from Takahashi that this restaurant is equivalent to a private restaurant in China. It is not open to the public and only accepts reservations from members.
At the door, a lady about fifty years old, wearing a kimono, bowed to say hello, and led everyone into the hall with a smile.
Takahashi introduced that this is the wife of the hotel owner, Mr. Natsume.
The air conditioner inside turned on the heating. As soon as he entered, Yang Ping felt much warmer.
There is no ducted heating in Tokyo. To keep out the cold in winter, you rely on air conditioning and heating in each house. Some also use petroleum furnaces and kotatsu.
It is my first time to come to Japan, and I feel that the temperament here in Yangping is more reserved and petty.
The owner of this restaurant is a family of chefs. Since the last Edo period, cooking skills have been passed down from generation to generation and have been continuously improved until now.
The signature dish, sea bream sashimi, is a must-have in Tokyo, and many political and business people come here to taste it privately.
Therefore, in this humble country hotel, guests do not have a certain status and cannot get reservations.
In the hall, two beautiful women in kimono, about thirty years old, greeted everyone to take a seat. They were probably waiters.
When Takahashi made an appointment, his boss heard that Yang Ping was the best surgeon and Takahashi's teacher, so he readily agreed to make an appointment.
In Japan, teachers and doctors are the most respected.
"Dr. Yang traveled thousands of miles from China to treat illnesses and save people. He has the merits of a saint."
The landlady speaks very politely.
Yang Ping has been studying in the system space for a long time. His Japanese is not bad and he can understand it completely, but he prefers to use Chinese.
Takahashi had never seen Yang Ping speak Japanese, so he thought he didn't understand, so he translated for Yang Ping.
"It's a reward for being a saint, we just do our job well." Yang Ping said modestly.
Then, the proprietress continued to talk for a long time, and Takahashi translated it for everyone: "The name Jihuju on the signboard is all Chinese characters. In the late Edo years, my ancestors traveled to many places to learn cooking skills. They once visited Jiangsu and Zhejiang in China.
, I learned cooking skills from a Chinese master, and after completing my studies, I returned to Japan and opened Jihu Hotel in Tokyo. Until now, the address of the restaurant has changed many times, but the sign has never changed." p>
The waiter placed various snacks on the table with small steps and nimble movements.
Light snow began to fall sparsely outside the house, the lanterns emitted a yellowish light, and the scenery looked exquisite and charming.
"Kobe steak is grilled over charcoal. Only salt and pepper are added during the grilling process. It tastes better when eaten with banana sauce. The sauce is secretly made by the Natsume family."
"Sea bream sashimi---"
"---"
The waiter brought the dishes one by one, each dish was like a work of art.
When all the dishes were brought out, the chef came out. His snow-white chef uniform was clean and tidy. With a shy smile, he bowed to everyone: "Welcome Dr. Yang, please forgive me for my poor cooking skills!"
Chinese is a bit stilted, but I can understand the meaning.
"This is the famous Mr. Natsume. He has learned cooking from his parents since he was a child. He is now 60 years old and has been studying cooking for more than 50 years. People call him the Taste Bud Magician." Takahashi introduced.
"Thank you. I'd like to toast everyone."
The proprietress handed over a cup of tea at the right time, and Mr. Natsume raised the glass.
After serving tea, Mr. Natsume bowed his head and exited the restaurant: "I won't disturb your meal, please take your time."
This craft has been passed down for more than a hundred years, and Mr. Natsume has been studying it for fifty years.
This pursuit of career awes Yang Ping.
In any profession, as long as you experience the fun and pursue it tirelessly, you can realize your self-worth.
Maybe this is the spirit of craftsmanship.
In fact, the craftsmanship spirit of the Chinese is no worse than that of the Japanese, and they are even Japanese teachers. However, in this impetuous era, everyone has lost themselves.
They always want to take shortcuts in everything and want to achieve their goals through fraud.
When the glitz fades away, you will eventually find your true nature again.
Look at the century-old brands in various industries, such as Tongrentang, Yunnan Baiyao, Moutai, Quanjude, etc., they are still passed down.
These brands have gathered the wisdom and hard work of their ancestors back then, and each one is a high-quality product that strives for perfection.
To put it bluntly, ancient Chinese ceramics were about playing with mud, pushing the mud to an unprecedented level and earning a lot of money. It took Europe four hundred years to successfully imitate it.
Not to mention ancient projects such as Dujiangyan, Zhaozhou Bridge, the Great Wall, and the Grand Canal.
While dining, chat again and again.
Yang Ping, Su Nanchen, Boss Cheng, and Gao Qiao had a great conversation, and naturally they talked about Ning Jue’s condition.
"Dr. Yang, this surgery is more difficult than Professor Feng!"
Takahashi was worried. After all, people's abilities have limits, and he knew the limits of surgeons.
Even if Yang Ping's anatomy is superb and his knife skills are superb, if the two small tumors cannot be found and completely removed, the operation will be of little significance, and there will be many risks during the operation.
"Our hospital has consulted with Juntendo Hospital and several other hospitals in Japan, but has been unable to come up with a suitable plan. We have also contacted Professor Johannesson of Mayo. He has more ideas, but he dare not
Challenge means the success rate is very low." Takahashi frowned.
"Johnathan?" Yang Ping just asked without saying any more.
"Yes, he is Mitsui's teacher. Mitsui is a young professor who is proficient in spinal and intracranial surgery and the future star of Japanese neurosurgery." Takahashi took a bowl of rice and handed it to Yang Ping with both hands.
This rice tastes really good, and the presentation is great. I have never seen rice like this, crystal clear, like pearls.
Johannesson once discussed cases in depth with Yang Ping, not only Ning Ju's case, but also the case of Fujiwara Hisaku.
Of course, Johannesson concealed the patient's name and other information, and Yang Ping himself retrieved Fujiwara Hisaku's case in the system space.
"Yes, this case is more difficult than Professor Feng's in locating small tumors. The instrument can locate the tumor, but it has no subjective flexibility and cannot help us design a unique approach. Artificial intelligence may be able to help us, but the prerequisite
It needs to master a lot of anatomical knowledge and surgical experience of the brain stem. Unfortunately, it is useless to feed it all the surgeries of this type in the world."
Yang Ping finished eating a few pieces of steak. Because the sashimi was raw food, Yang Ping was not used to eating raw food, so he never touched it.
When I was a former rotation doctor, I saw a case in the neurosurgery department. Because of eating raw food, there were many parasites in the head, and there was a shadow at that time.
"Then what should we do?"
Takahashi obviously takes Yang Ping's side.
"Don't worry too much. I spent a lot of time studying this case and found an approach that can successfully avoid dangerous parts and reach the tumor. It's just that the approach is a bit complicated."
These few words are easy to say, but in practice, I am afraid that even a top neurosurgeon may not be able to develop such an approach that meets the requirements in his lifetime.
But from what Yang Ping said, Takahashi could not doubt that in his impression, Yang Ping was a person who continued to create miracles.
As long as you have in-depth contact with Yang Ping, you will understand that you must not judge Yang Ping based on ordinary people's thinking.
It is said that only two and a half people could understand Einstein's theory of relativity at the time, but this did not hinder its advancement.
"Do you have paper and pen?"
Takahashi immediately ordered the waiter next to him to get paper and pen.
Yang Ping drew a drawing on the paper: "Look, these nerve nuclei are like islands and reefs. This is the surgical approach, which is the safe route. This is our target---tumor."
Takahashi took the paper and after reading it, he couldn't help sweating from behind.
In theory, this approach is very superior, but it is very difficult to implement.
It's like surfing in the most dangerous sea area in the world - you see, the biggest wave is about to hit you, you just have to rush over.
It's easy to say this, but it's hard to put your life into practice.
This tortuous approach travels through the gaps between the nuclei throughout the process, and some sections almost pass through the nerve nuclei.
"How is it possible?"
Takahashi kept staring at the drawings.
"Takahashi-kun, don't worry. Just like our Natsume, a three kilogram fish can be cut into more than five hundred pieces. Some things may be your limit, but for another person, they may just be the starting point.
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The landlady kept replenishing tea while comforting Takahashi.
Boss Cheng picked up a piece of sashimi. It was almost transparent and as thin as a cicada. When he looked at it under the light, it turned out to be very even. Every piece was like this.
This kind of sword skill is really amazing.
"What a great swordsmanship! Is it considered the best swordsman in Japan?" Boss Cheng praised.
"I don't know where I rank, I just keep surpassing myself. Today's me surpasses yesterday's me; tomorrow's me surpasses today's me. This is the meaning of life. For a fish of this weight, I have not made a breakthrough for a long time.
, it has always been 504 pieces, and today it was successfully improved by one piece, reaching 505 pieces."
Boss Natsume came out of the kitchen and brought a bowl of soup to warm you up after a meal.