Narita Airport is located in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture, Japan, and is more than sixty kilometers away from central Tokyo.

When the plane landed, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

When they came out of the airport, everyone put on warm clothes.

Lao Cheng immediately opened the bag, took out a windbreaker from it and put it on Yang Ping, but he didn't care about it at all.

Yang Ping didn't feel cold: "You better put it on yourself, I'm fine." ”

Yang Ping likes to exercise, has always insisted on morning running, has a very good physical fitness, and naturally has a strong ability to resist cold.

The staff in charge of the reception of the conference at the Tokyo University Affiliated Hospital are already waiting at the exit.

Takahashi and Mr. Tang also held a sign and stood at the exit, the sign was written in beautiful regular script with a calligraphy brush, "Welcome Dr. Yang Ping", which was not a grade at all compared to other random words or printed words.

Gao Qiao had already communicated with the reception staff of the Affiliated Hospital of Tokyo University in advance, and Yang Ping was received by him alone.

Lao Cheng is not among the participants, so naturally it doesn't matter who receives him, as long as he follows Yang Ping.

Although in winter evenings, there are still a lot of people at the airport.

At the exit of the station, more than a dozen doctors gathered, and Sunan counted the number of people in the morning, 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 go too, I'll go with everyone, it's okay." ”

"Don't drink, stay safe, rest early at night, and gather at the Affiliated Hospital of Tokyo University tomorrow." Professor Su stopped Yang Ping and Su Nanchen and admonished.

The two of them were like birds out of the cage, 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 there be young people who are relaxed and unrestrained together.

The other young doctors were very envious of them, and when they came to Tokyo, they were picked up by friends and could go it alone.

Coming to pick up the airport, it was the international trauma orthopedic cow Takahashi Fumiya, looking at that demeanor, he was respectful to Yang Ping.

Takahashi bowed and was excited: "Welcome to Tokyo, sir!" ”

It can be seen that this kind of politeness is sincere and heartfelt, not contrived on the scene, and the title of Mr. is also a title that the younger generation has great respect for the elders, and in normal times, Takahashi only calls Fujiwara Masao, Professor Ikeda and others as Mr.

Takahashi was dressed in a suit and tie, and his hands were pressed against the seams of his pants as he bowed, and his body was bent almost ninety degrees.

The windbreaker in his hand was originally intended for Yang Ping, but the clothes on Yang Ping's body were enough, so he had to keep it in his hand.

"You're welcome, just whatever."

Yang Ping is very straightforward, and Takahashi is also a good friend, so there is nothing polite.

"I'm hungry, let's go back to Tokyo right away, the meal has been arranged."

The set meal on the plane is really not delicious, and the energy is not enough, so it is definitely not possible to skip meals at night.

"This is the translator I requested, Mr. Tang Shun." Takahashi introduces Mr. Tang.

"Ph.D. candidate in molecular biology at the University of Tokyo, Tang Shun, just call me Xiao Tang!" This teacher Tang stretched out his hand.

is about the same age as Yang Ping, looks quite energetic, and looks clever with a pair of eyes.

Led by Takahashi, Yang Ping, Su Nanchen and Lao Cheng took a business car from Narita Airport to a hotel in Tokyo's Edogawa Ward.

Edogawa Ward, a suburb of Tokyo, is adjacent to Chiba Prefecture.

Along the way, you can see sparsely scattered villas, and the location of the hotel is relatively secluded, which is a traditional Japanese-style villa.

In front of the villa hang some lanterns that say "Jihu House".

The wooden plaque on the gate also reads "Yoshihoju", which is all in traditional Chinese characters and does not have a Japanese kana.

Behind the villa is a large pond, presumably the so-called lake, with a wooden corridor leading to a pavilion in the middle of the pond.

According to Takahashi, this restaurant is equivalent to a private restaurant in China, and it is not open to the public, but only accepts reservations from members.

At the door, a lady of about fifty years old, dressed in a kimono, bowed and greeted, 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, and as soon as he entered, Yang Ping's whole person warmed up a lot.

There is no ducted heating in Tokyo, and in winter, you rely on air conditioners to heat the cold in each house, and some use petroleum stoves and kotatsu stoves.

The first time I came to Japan, I felt in Yang Ping that the temperament here was more restrained and childish.

The owner of this restaurant is a family of chefs, and since the end of Edo, the art of cooking has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been continuously improved, and it has been passed down to the present day.

The signature dish, sea bream sashimi, is a must-have in Tokyo, and many politicians and businessmen come here to taste it privately.

Therefore, in this unattractive country hotel, guests do not have a certain status and cannot get reservations.

In the hall, two beautiful women in kimonos in their early thirties beckoned everyone to take their seats, probably waitresses.

I heard that Yang Ping was the best surgeon and Takahashi's teacher, and the boss 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 diseases and save people, and he has the merit of a saint."

The hostess spoke very decently.

Yang Ping has been studying in the system space for a long time, and 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, thinking that he didn't understand, so he translated it to Yang Ping.

"The saint has passed the award, we just do our duty." Yang Ping said modestly.

Then, the proprietress said for a long time, and Takahashi translated it for everyone: "The Yoshikoju on the signboard is all Chinese characters, the ancestors were in the last years of Edo, traveled to many places, learned cooking, once went to Jiangsu, Zhejiang and China, worshiped a Chinese master to learn cooking, returned to Japan after learning, and opened Yoshikoju in Tokyo, and until now, the address of the hotel has changed many times, but this signboard has never changed." ”

The waiter stepped on small steps, his movements were light and swift, and he spread all kinds of snacks on the table.

Outside, light snow began to fall sparsely, and the lanterns emitted a yellowish glow, making the scenery delicate and charming.

"Kobe steak, grilled with charcoal, only salt and pepper are put in the barbecue process, and the banana sauce tastes better, and the sauce is made by the Natsume family."

"Sea bream sashimi ---"

“---”

The waiter brings the dishes one by one, and each dish is like a work of art.

When all the dishes were served, the chef came out, the snow-white chef's uniform was clean and tidy, and he bowed to everyone with a shy smile: "Welcome Dr. Yang, the cooking skills are not good, bear with me!" ”

Chinese is a bit stiff, but I can understand the meaning.

"This is the famous Mr. Natsume, who studied cooking with his parents since he was a child, and now he is 60 years old, and has been studying cooking for more than 50 years, and people call him a taste bud magician." Takahashi said.

"I've won the prize, I'll give you a drink."

The proprietress handed over a cup of tea at the right time, and Mr. Natsume raised his glass.

After the tea, Mr. Natsume bowed his head and exited the restaurant: "Don't disturb your meal, use it slowly." ”

A craft has been passed down for more than 100 years, and the head has studied it himself for 50 years.

This pursuit of the profession made Yang Ping awe-inspired.

Any profession, as long as you experience the fun and tirelessly pursue it, you can realize your self-worth.

Perhaps this is the spirit of craftsmanship.

In fact, the craftsmanship of the Chinese is no worse than that of Japan, and even Japanese teachers, but in this impetuous era, everyone has lost themselves.

They want to take shortcuts to everything, and they all want to achieve their goals by falsifying.

The glitz fades, and in the end, it will definitely rediscover its authenticity.

Take a look at those century-old brands from all walks of life, Tongrentang, Yunnan Baiyao, Moutai, Quanjude, etc., which are not passed down.

These brands embody the wisdom and hard work of their ancestors, and each of them is the most perfect boutique.

Ancient Chinese ceramics, to put it bluntly, is to play with mud, to play the mud to an unprecedented height, to earn white silver, it took Europe 400 years to imitate successfully.

Not to mention ancient projects such as Dujiangyan, Zhaozhou Bridge, the Great Wall, and the Grand Canal.

While eating, chatting over and over again.

Yang Ping, Su Nanchen, Boss Cheng, and Gao Qiao had a very happy conversation, and naturally talked about Ning Yu's condition.

"Dr. Yang, the difficulty of this operation is even more difficult than Professor Feng!"

Takahashi was worried, after all, there is a limit to human ability, and he knows in his heart where the limit of a surgeon is.

Even if Yang Ping's dissection is superb, and the knife skills in his hands are perfect, but if the two small tumors cannot be found and completely removed, the operation is of little significance, and there are many crises during the operation.

"Our hospital, together with Juntendo Hospital and several other hospitals in Japan, has been unable to come up with a suitable plan, and I have also contacted Professor Johanneson from Mayo, who has more ideas, but he does not dare to challenge, saying that the success rate is very low." Takahashi's brow furrowed.

"Johannathan?" Yang Ping just asked, and didn't say any more.

"Yes, he is a teacher of Mitsui, a young professor who is proficient in spine and intracranial surgery, and is a future star of neurosurgery in Japan." Takahashi took a bowl of rice and handed it to Yang Ping with both hands.

The taste of this rice is really good, and it looks very good, I have never seen such rice, crystal clear, like pearls.

Not only the case of Ning Yu, but also the case of one Fujiwara Kusaku.

Of course, Johanneson withheld the patient's name and other information, and Yang Ping himself retrieved Fujiwara Kusaku's case in the system space.

"That's right, what is more difficult than Professor Feng in this case is the location of small tumors, the instrument can locate the location of the tumor, but there is no subjective flexibility, and it cannot help us design a unique approach, artificial intelligence may be able to help us, but the premise is that it must master a lot of anatomical knowledge and surgical experience of the brain stem, unfortunately, at present, this type of surgery in the world is added, and it is useless to feed it all."

Yang Ping finished eating a few steaks, and because the sashimi was a raw food, Yang Ping was not used to eating raw food, so he never touched it.

In the past, when I was in the rotation department, I saw a case in the neurosurgery department, because I ate raw food, I had a lot of parasites in my head, and at that time there were shadows.

"So what do we do?"

Takahashi clearly took a stand on Yang Ping's side.

"Don't worry too much, I spent a lot of time studying this case and finding an approach that can successfully avoid the dangerous site and reach the tumor, but the approach is a bit complicated."

These few sentences are easy to say, but I am afraid that a top neurosurgeon may not be able to study this kind of approach that meets the requirements in his lifetime.

But from Yang Ping's mouth, Takahashi couldn't doubt that in his impression, Yang Ping was a person who constantly created miracles.

As long as you have in-depth contact with Yang Ping, you will understand that Yang Ping must not be speculated on according to ordinary people's thinking.

Einstein's theory of relativity is said to have been understood by only two and a half people back then, but this does not hinder its advanced nature.

"Do you have pen and paper?"

Takahashi immediately instructed the waiter next to him to fetch paper and pen.

Yang Ping drew a drawing on a piece of paper: "You see, these nerve nuclei are like islands and reefs, this is the surgical approach, that is, the safe route, which is our target --- tumor." ”

Takahashi took the paper, and after reading it, he couldn't help but sweat behind his back.

Theoretically, this approach is very superior, but it is very difficult to implement.

It's like surfing in the most dangerous part of the world--- you see, the biggest wave is going to come over, and you can just rush over it.

This sentence is very easy to say, and it is not enough to play with life.

This tortuous approach is a whole process that travels through the gaps between the nucleus, and several sections pass through the nerve nucleus.

"How is that possible?"

Takahashi kept staring at the drawings.

"Takahashi-kun, don't worry, just like our family's Natsume, a three-kilogram fish can be cut out of more than five hundred slices, some things are the limit for you, and for another person, maybe it's just the starting line."

The proprietress added tea again and again, while comforting Takahashi.

Boss Cheng picked up a piece of sashimi, almost transparent, as thin as a cicada's wings, and looked at it under the light, it was actually very uniform.

This kind of knife skill is really amazing.

"What a good knife skill! Is it Japan's first sword? Boss Cheng was amazed.

"I don't know where to go first, I just keep surpassing myself. Mine today surpasses me yesterday; Tomorrow's me, beyond today's me, this is the meaning of life, this weight of fish, I have not broken through for a long time, has always been five hundred and four pieces, today successfully improved one, to achieve five hundred and five pieces. ”

Boss Natsume came out of the kitchen and served a bowl of soup to warm up after dinner.