As long as Yang Ping said that he was sure, it would definitely be fine, this is the logic of Professor Zhang and Director Han.

The logic is simple, but it's also solid.

Because countless facts have proven that this is what it is, and this should be philosophical empiricism.

Professor Zhang was in a hurry to train Tai Chi pushers, and it is said that he hired a master to guide the training at the staff club of the Sanbo Hotel.

The surgery is very risky, the difficulty is very high, the success rate is minimal, everything is here.

It seems that the discussion goes back and forth, and there is no point in it.

"You continue to discuss, I'll go see Elder Zhang."

Director Han also went out, he really didn't worry about this old naughty boy, he was old, no matter how good his health was, it was inevitable that he would have osteoporosis, if he bumped into it and broke a bone, everyone would be busy again.

"A real duel?"

"Really! I saw that he was really training, and he was training how to go down without getting hurt. ”

"Director Ganghan said, he is on duty, we can all go to Japan? Did I hear me right? ”

"I think so, I heard it too."

So to speak, the whole team goes to Japan!

Everyone cheered, there weren't many opportunities like that.

Last time, it was Yang Ping's surgery on Guo Jingyao in Gleneagles Hospital in Malaysia, at that time, it was in a hurry, it belonged to the temporary transfer team, everyone came and went in a hurry, and there was no feeling.

This time is different, well prepared.

"Dr. Yang! There's a hard question to ask. ”

Zhang Lin helped Yang Ping massage his shoulders while looking around, stumbling.

"Since it's hard to speak, it's best not to speak."

Yang Ping looked at him sneaky.

Zhang Lin was a little anxious, and his face was flushed.

"So, this time, will it be like last time, pull the hook, and there will be that ---?"

Zhang Lin's right thumb rubbed against the tip of the index finger quickly.

"What?" Yang Ping asked deliberately.

"This is it!"

Zhang Lin re-made the movement.

This action represents --- money!

"Look at me, why are you so vulgar." Zhang Lin gave himself a mouth and hit it very lightly.

Yang Ping thought it was funny: "Don't act, they are not saints, saints still have to eat, drink and Lazar, there must be money, and the work must be beautiful." ”

"Don't look at me with this."

Zhang Lin felt that everyone was laughing at him.

"I'm a small citizen, indispensable to the market, with a mortgage on my back, a car loan, and I can't move when it expires every month, if I don't have the money to pay it back, the house and the car are all from the bank, so I must think about money in my head, and if I don't let me think about it, I will also think, I can't hold it down, and it doesn't hurt my feelings to talk about money, right?"

Zhang Lin thought in his heart, he didn't say it--- unlike the little fifth brother, he has a rich father-in-law, his wife is still an only daughter, and the family only collects rent for a few buildings.

Even if you don't go to work, it doesn't matter.

Take a notebook every month, walk a few laps, and fill the pot.

"Don't worry, there is a consultation fee, and it will definitely not be less than last time." Song Zimo reassured Zhang Lin.

With these words, Zhang Lin's heart was instantly steady, even according to the price last time, it was not a small amount.

Completely opposite to Zhang Lin, Xu Zhiliang didn't care about these at all, he was staring at the screen alone to study the images and pictures, and kept asking Yang Ping for advice.

It seems that the fireworks in the world have nothing to do with him Xu Zhiliang, what house, car, wife, it seems that he didn't think about it at all.

"Xiao Gao's classmate has already spoken, go to his territory, you're welcome, he will arrange it properly."

"Xiao Gao is still relatively reliable, and his work style is rigorous."

"Not long ago, a lot of things came by courier, Xiao Wu Zhang Lin's diapers, fat man's cigarette ---"

---

Department of Orthopedics, University of Tokyo Hospital.

An invitation sheet for cross-border consultation, placed on Fujiwara Masao's desk, he thought for a long time, and called Takahashi Fumiya to the office.

Unlike those old stubborns, Fujiwara Masao does not refuse to be a real top surgeon because of his so-called reputation, and for various reasons, he cannot influence the treatment of the president --- his uncle, but he can influence the treatment of this young Chinese.

Moreover, this Chinese surnamed Ning, with a very deep background, his family controls a giant Chinese company, and the client of the family, the best law firm in Tokyo, has notified the hospital in an official document that Dr. Yang Ping of China must be invited to consult and perform the surgery.

The medical department had already handed over the consultation form to Fujiwara for signature, and Fujiwara wanted to sign it, but he didn't want to make a statement, he wanted to agree to Yang Ping's consultation in private.

"Teacher!"

Takahashi stood at the doorway, respectful, and bowed in the standard Japanese style.

"Come in!"

Masao Fujiwara beckoned.

Teachers and students sit across desks.

Fujiwara Masao handed the invitation letter to Takahashi, and Takahashi was pleasantly surprised: "Invite Dr. Yang for surgery?" The young man was saved. ”

Soon, he found that his gaffe was inappropriate, especially to Fujiwara-sensei, very rude.

But Fujiwara Masao didn't care.

"Are you really so confident that this young doctor can perform such a difficult operation? And the success rate is very high. "Fujiwara Masao Masaki said.

After Takahashi returned from China, he judged that the two of them were arrogant and arrogant before, but now they are modest and cautious in everything.

Being able to change a person so profoundly made Fujiwara Masao more and more interested in Yang Ping.

"When I was studying in China, I saw Dr. Yang perform a similar operation, which was a public demonstration, and the whole operation was thrilling and dangerous, but he was undaunted and successfully won it, and the patient is still alive and well." Takahashi suppressed his admiration and used only a calm narrative tone.

Because he knew that his opinion would affect Fujiwara-sensei's decision, and it might affect the treatment of future presidents.

He just wanted to be as objective as possible, not with some kind of agitation.

In Japan, conglomerates are the backbone of the country, and the power of conglomerates is almost at the top of the Japanese social pyramid.

Like the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Masao's generation, even if it is a member of the main line, there are already hundreds of people, scattered in all walks of life, parliamentarians, professors, doctors, lawyers, etc., almost all of them are elites in the industry.

In this way, the whole family became a powerful force in Japan.

Even Masao Fujiwara, who is a doctor, cannot control his uncle's treatment decisions.

The advisory group of the family company, those elders, is the most powerful, and Ito, who is entrusted by them, has more say than Fujiwara Masao, and even his own Fujiwara's teacher, Ikeda, is slightly inferior.

"I've seen the video you gave me, and I believe in your judgment, if we can promote this cross-border consultation operation and succeed, we can use this as a basis to put pressure on the treatment team and invite Dr. Yang Ping to take charge of the president's surgery, Takahashi, if I sign my name on this invitation letter, it means that I have to face the traditional forces of the entire Todai Hospital, not a certain person." Fujiwara Masao said solemnly.

Takahashi understands that Xiangdong University, Japan's top hospital, naturally breeds arrogance.

Now to invite a young Chinese doctor to operate here will be opposed by many people, from administrative to clinical.

"Don't tell Sasaki and Mitsui about this for the time being." Fujiwara confesses to Takahashi.

Fujiwara knew that these two people would definitely try their best to dissuade them, and Fujiwara didn't want to make a fuss.

After graduating from the University of Tokyo, Mitsui studied spine surgery with Masao Fujiwara, as well as cranial surgery with several neurosurgeons in Japan.

The young Mitsui, in his thirties, is the future star of neurosurgery at the University of Tokyo.

While chatting, Fujiwara received a call from his teacher, Ikeda.

Putting down the phone, he quickly signed his name on the consultation invitation, first cutting and then playing.

"Takahashi, you give this invitation to the medical department and ask them to send it out immediately, preferably you are present and watch them send it out." Fujiwara handed the invitation to Takahashi.

"Understood!" Takahashi immediately stood up.

Professor Ikeda, the teacher of Masao Fujiwara and a consultant professor in the Department of Orthopedics at Todai Hospital, has taken a back seat, but he has a stronger voice in the treatment of some important people, and they are senior medical advisers.

Masao Fujiwara straightened his clothes and walked to the Ikeda office in the administrative district.

"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 serious.

It seems that the news is spreading quickly.

Fujiwara Masao is unavoidable, and although Ikeda has no right to interfere, as his own teacher, with his qualifications, it is not difficult to interfere.

"Yes, sir, because the patient's family is very clear, either transfer back to China, or ask this Chinese doctor to perform the surgery, I have no choice, this patient cannot be transferred, moreover, this patient is very similar to the president's condition, as far as I know, this Chinese doctor has a lot of experience in surgery for this kind of disease, and the success rate is extremely high, if ---"

"Enough! Have you ever thought that your actions would provoke the displeasure of the entire hospital? "Ikeda was impatient.

Fujiwara Masao paused for a moment and said meaningfully: "This is just an ordinary exchange, because it is a young Chinese doctor invited, so it will cause a sensation, the teacher often teaches us to be honest in everything, I serve with sincerity, and I am not afraid of criticism, we are too rigid, if we continue like this, we will soon fall behind." ”

"You're a depravity!" Ikeda slapped the table.

Fujiwara immediately got up, stood upright, and bowed.

"Sir!"

"The capable person is the teacher, this is what you often teach me, I have read this doctor's papers, I have seen his surgical video, such cases, his surgical ability and experience are above us, since this Chinese patient is similar to the president's condition, and his family strongly invited this doctor, why don't we go with the flow and promote this matter? Success or failure is good for us. Fujiwara pleaded.

"This is beyond medical skills, this is about the reputation and dignity of our hospital, reputation and dignity, which needs to be maintained with your life, but you can damage it so easily, and your so-called papers and videos cannot be enough basis!" Ikeda was so angry that his white beard trembled.

Fujiwara Masao immediately went to help him, and he blocked Fujiwara's hand.

"Sir, Fujiwara doesn't understand that as a doctor, you still need to pay too much attention to things other than medical skills? Reputation and dignity, compared with the patient's life, I feel insignificant, can be sacrificed, I remember, when I followed Mr. to study medicine, my husband once disregarded his personal reputation, challenged difficult surgery, saved the patient's life, and finally the operation failed, sir, you just said--- I have done my best, reputation is not a pity! Fujiwara Masao argued.

If he can't convince Ikeda, then he won't get any support from the older generation, and it will be difficult for him to face the public opinion of the entire hospital.

"It's --- different!" Ikeda said angrily.

"Same! It's just that he is a young Chinese doctor, you feel that you have lost your reputation and dignity, if it is the world's top hospital, the most famous professor, you will not have such a strong reaction, just like the strongest Go master will be ashamed if he loses to the hands of a child---"

Fujiwara didn't flinch.

"You ---"

Ikeda leaned back in his chair, his lips trembling, speechless.

Fujiwara brought him a cup of tea, and he just gestured to put it down.

For a long time, Ikeda breathed slowly.

"Have you decided?"

"The invitation has been sent out, and it should have been received by now."

Fujiwara replied.

Ikeda muttered, "What you just said is really what you think in your heart?" ”

"Exactly!" Fujiwara nodded.

"What do you need me to do?"

"If my decision is collectively rejected by the hospital consultants, and they put pressure on the hospital management, I hope my husband can help me."

"Well, you hit me today, Ito's old guy is not easy to deal with."

"He is a person who is in heaven, and as long as the teacher supports me, no one can overturn my decision."