NIP Chapter 1444 The Warm-hearted Head Nurse
Chapter 1444 The Warm-hearted Head Nurse
Chapter 1444 The Warm-hearted Head Nurse
Yang Ping sat in his office, leaning back in his chair to rest. The tea on his desk was steaming, and its fragrant aroma spread out.
The number of people in the research institute is increasing, and the number of laboratories is also increasing. There is really not enough space now. The new Sanbo Research Center will not be completed for another two or three years. The main building of Sanbo Hospital is already full. All departments are expanding their space and splitting up wards.
Dean Xia is now personally overseeing the construction of the new research institute. He wants to make this research center a century-long project, rather than a rushed, perfunctory work. Therefore, the progress is a bit slow, but slow and steady wins the race.
Yang Ping roughly calculated in his mind that the research institute's team had already grown considerably. Tang Shun, as the laboratory director, was in charge of the cell laboratory. Lu Xiaolu was mainly responsible for the tumor laboratory, Jiang Jitong and others were responsible for vaccine promoter research, Mainstein was researching protocellular repair of spinal cord injuries, and Weber focused on the promoting role of stem cells in protocellular repair of spinal cord injuries. There were also several laboratories formed by groups of young PhDs. The eight-story research institute was now packed with people, but he generally didn't need to think about these things; Tang Shun would handle them. But where would Tang Shun find housing?
Just then, someone knocked on the door, and Yang Ping immediately opened his eyes: "Come in!"
The door wasn't closed, and Tang Shun pushed it open and came in.
"professor!"
"sit!"
"Dean Xia just came to see me. He said that the newly completed administration building is available for us to use as a laboratory, and he asked which laboratories we plan to set up in it so that he can carry out the renovations." Tang Shun sat down.
"The newly completed administration building?"
Yang Ping immediately sat up straight. He hadn't paid attention to the construction progress of the new building of Sanbo Hospital for a long time. He only knew that the hospital had developed too fast at that time, which led to an extreme shortage of existing wards. There was no room for expansion, so Dean Xia had no choice but to give up the entire administrative building to serve as a new ward.
The newly established cardiac surgery department, the expanded plastic surgery department, the separated hepatobiliary surgery department, pancreatic surgery department, gastrointestinal surgery department, reorganized neurosurgery department, and so on, are all housed in the administration building. Without this vacated administration building, these departments would have had no room to expand and would have been stuck in place.
From that time on, Dean Xia and all the administrative staff lived in prefabricated houses for more than a year. At that time, many administrative staff were unwilling to relocate. Dean Xia said that those who were unwilling to relocate would be reassigned to pig farming. The animal laboratory did have many pigs and was short of pig farmers, so everyone was afraid. In the end, the relocation went very smoothly.
"What about Dean Xia and the others?" Yang Ping immediately remembered that they were still living in the prefab houses.
Tang Shun laughed and said, "They continue to live in the prefab houses. Dean Xia said that the conditions in the prefab houses are actually not bad. Since living in the prefab houses, he has changed his bad habit of slamming his desk hard all the time."
"Alright then, you plan this out, see which labs need to be moved to the new building, or which new labs need to be set up there." Yang Ping really didn't want to waste time on these things.
Tang Shun didn't actually intend to ask for his opinion; he was just there to let Professor Yang know about the matter.
"Are Mannstein and Weber settling in well?" Yang Ping asked, remembering that he hadn't had time to inquire too much about the two of them since they came to China for scientific research.
“It’s a habit! What’s there for Einstein to be unaccustomed to? It’s not like it’s his first time here. Weber seems to be quite used to it too. He rented a villa in the suburbs, and I asked Li Ying to teach his wife how to shop online. Now his wife really enjoys online shopping. Weber said she’s bought a lot of things and they’re piled up at home. Just the seeds of various flowers alone have filled a storage room.” Tang Shun took the tea that Yang Ping handed him.
"Haha!" Yang Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It seems that as long as a woman comes to China, she will also enjoy online shopping, regardless of nationality or ethnicity.
"When is your wife due? I need to give you maternity leave." Speaking of Li Yingtong, Yang Ping remembered that she was pregnant.
Tang Shun paused for a moment, then laughed: "Professor, you've really forgotten things lately. My wife Li Yingtong has already given birth, and my son can already crawl on the floor."
"Oh!"
Yang Ping blushed, feeling truly embarrassed that his most capable assistant didn't care about his life at all.
"Didn't you hold a full moon celebration?" Yang Ping asked again.
Tang Shun shook his head: "We've made breakthroughs on several research projects recently, and everyone's busy. We don't have time for a full moon celebration, so let's skip that."
"Where's Zaxi?" Yang Ping thought of one person, and then he thought of many others.
Tashi is a doctor from Tibet. Sanbo Research Institute and Sanbo Hospital trained talents for the whole country, and Tashi was one of them. At that time, he personally taught him. However, after the research project made a breakthrough, he devoted himself to the research and had little time for clinical teaching. So he handed Tashi over to Song Ziming for teaching.
"Zaxi, are you from the clinical department?"
"Yes, the visiting doctors in the clinical department."
"I don't know, but should I ask now?"
"Never mind, I'll go ask myself."
Yang Ping waved his hand.
During this period, he focused his main energy on scientific research, especially on unifying the three-dimensional guided gene theory with stem cell theory. He paid almost no attention to the training of Zaxi from Tibet. He himself realized that it was no longer possible for him to personally train a clinical doctor. When he was training Li Min, Yang Ping had not yet shifted his focus to scientific research.
Thinking of Zaxi, Yang Ping also thought of the case from the provincial department, which had probably been solved by now. However, he didn't care about that anymore. At the time, he just wanted to use the case to cultivate Zaxi's logical thinking ability.
"Professor, do you see, is there anything else? As for the new administration building, I won't stand on ceremony. I'll just have to trouble Dean Xia and the others again. There's no other way; we really don't have room to move. We also have several returning Chinese scholars to give to the lab." Tang Shun got up to leave. A whole bunch of things were surrounding him. If he weren't a master of time management, he really wouldn't be able to handle it all.
Yang Ping waved his hand: "Go ahead, close the door for me... Never mind, no need to close the door, I'm going out for a walk."
After Tang Shun left, Yang Ping went to the emergency center. He hadn't been here for a long time. Song Ziming, Xu Zhiliang, Xia Shu... they had all started their own businesses and had been gone for some time.
"professor?"
Song Ziming saw Yang Ping from afar and immediately ran over to greet him, followed by Zaxi.
"Professor Yang!" Zaxi was quite surprised that Professor Yang had time to come today.
"How are you doing, Zaxi? How are you learning?" Yang Ping asked with concern.
Song Ziming said, "He's making rapid progress. He's now very proficient in the basics and can even perform some surgeries independently."
Zaxi just smiled with a red face. He knew he wasn't very talented, but Teacher Song was very patient and tolerant of him. If it weren't for Teacher Song, he wouldn't have made such rapid progress.
"That's good. Learn well from your teacher, Mr. Song. He's a versatile surgical talent; he can perform all kinds of surgeries, and he does them exceptionally well." Yang Ping patted Zaxi on the shoulder.
"Why didn't you perform surgery today? There aren't many patients today?" Yang Ping glanced at the emergency room outside.
Song Ziming said, "There are too many patients to handle right now, but I will learn from you and leave the surgeries to them as much as possible. I will only personally perform surgeries if they are not confident in their abilities or if they are high-risk or difficult. Normally, I take charge of the overall situation and cultivate talent. Once the talent team is developed, everyone will be an expert, and then I will not need to do every little thing myself."
This young man is teachable; it seems Song Ziming has grasped the essence of the art.
"I'm getting married this National Day. I've been telling you this long in advance that you not only need to be there, but you also need to prepare a big red envelope!" Song Ziming told Yang Ping.
"Tang Fei?" Yang Ping was quite surprised; Song Ziming had finally gotten what he wanted. "Who else could it be but her?"
"Now that we've finally achieved our goal, this red envelope has to be big. Don't worry, it will definitely satisfy you."
"Don't forget! But don't worry, I won't let you forget. A formal invitation will be sent to you soon, and I'll remind you from time to time."
"Okay, okay, don't worry, I won't forget. I'll go see the neurosurgery and cardiac surgery departments. You guys are busy."
Yang Ping didn't dare to linger here. The emergency room was no place for idle chatter; it was like a battle 24/7. But Song Ziming was indeed quite good; he had actually trained several capable people and was even willing to chat with him here.
“Let’s chat a little longer. Don’t worry, they’ll call me if they need anything. They usually won’t. I remember you said that a successful department head must have time to sit down and have some tea. Those department heads who have an endless number of surgeries to perform each year are either scalpel tyrants or have no one to lead them.” Song Ziming grabbed Yang Ping, not letting him leave.
Yang Ping hasn't been to the emergency department for a long time, so we're not going to let him go so easily now. We need to find out the latest information from the research institute.
Song Ziming, who had just come from the research institute, was unaware that Yang Ping had been so busy lately and rarely showed his face, which must mean he had made a huge breakthrough in some area.
"That's not what I meant. Saying that would offend a lot of department heads. The second half of what I said was—those department heads who have endless surgeries from morning till night, from the beginning of the year to the end, are either extremely responsible and feel that the other doctors in their department are not skilled enough, or they are very strict and require their doctors to have more than 30 years of experience with retractors before they are qualified to be the lead surgeon." Yang Ping corrected himself.
Song Ziming couldn't help but laugh out loud. The professor himself didn't laugh when he told jokes; he was so serious, as if he were talking about an academic topic, but others couldn't help but laugh when they thought about it.
“I selected several from the previous batch of eight-year doctoral students. They are making rapid progress now and can perform many surgeries independently. I’m talking about the real eight-year program…” Song Ziming emphasized again after speaking to avoid the professor’s misunderstanding.
At that moment, a nurse came over to relay a message: Cui Bo from operating room number two wanted Director Song to go and take a look.
"I'll talk to you later." Song Ziming hurriedly led Zaxi over.
"This Song Ziming has never been so indecisive before," Yang Ping thought as he walked toward the neurosurgery department.
Apart from one on-call doctor and two students, the neurosurgery office was empty. Upon seeing Yang Ping enter, the on-call doctor immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully, "Professor Yang!"
"Sit down, don't mind me!" Yang Ping looked around the office.
The on-duty doctor said, "Director Xu and the other doctors have gone to the operating room. There are five brainstem tumor resections today."
Wutai? Xu Zhiliang did a good job. He performed so many brainstem tumor surgeries. Brainstem tumor surgery is the crown jewel of neurosurgery, representing the highest level of neurosurgery.
Since Xu Zhiliang isn't here, let's go see a cardiac surgeon. Talking to Xu Zhiliang is boring; it's exhausting to listen to him talk. A short-tempered person could get so angry they'd vomit blood.
Yang Ping wandered around and came to the Department of Cardiac Surgery. The director of the Department of Cardiac Surgery was Li Zehui, and the deputy director was Xia Shu. The two worked together well, and now the Department of Cardiac Surgery was sitting at the same table as Anzhen Fuwai.
The same was true for the cardiac surgery department; everyone except those on duty went to the operating room, so Yang Ping had no choice but to come to the operating room.
He hadn't been to the operating room at Sanbo Hospital for a long time. He had just changed into his scrubs and came out when a nurse recognized him.
"Professor Yang?"
I haven't seen Professor Yang at the operating center for a long time.
"Professor Yang?" Head Nurse Jiang, who was just about to go on her rounds, also recognized Yang Ping.
"Are Xiao Su and the kids alright? Now that the country has relaxed its policies and is encouraging childbirth, you should have two or three children. Having more children means..."
The head nurse is still the head nurse, she hasn't changed at all, she still loves to encourage young people. Now Yang Ping has gone from being a junior nurse to Professor Yang, and the head nurse still likes to say those things.
Mmmmmmm!
Yang Ping nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"While you're still young, have a few more children. Three isn't too many, four or five is actually acceptable..."
"When you have time, have Xiao Su, Jiang, and Xiao Shu bring her over for everyone to see. She never comes back to visit, and everyone misses her terribly."
"However, I've seen her a few times near the hospital, pushing a small tree around, as if she's waiting for you to get off work."
Head Nurse Jiang talked on and on until someone called her, at which point she left.
Yang Ping was finally able to slip away. He went to the operating room, first to the neurosurgery operating room. Looking through the small window, he could see that a brainstem tumor surgery was probably being performed inside, with Xu Zhiliang intently operating under the microscope.
Let's not disturb him. Brainstem surgery is a delicate procedure. Let's see a cardiac surgeon first.
The cardiac surgery department was performing a coronary artery bypass graft procedure. When Yang Ping entered, Xia Shu was telling lighthearted jokes with several nurses in the operating room. Upon seeing Yang Ping, they immediately greeted him.
"Everyone, please continue. I'll just wander around a bit..."
Yang Ping stood in front of the X-ray light, looking at the patient's coronary angiography images. This surgery was still a bit difficult, but Xia Shu's skill level was quite good.
"Professor Yang?"
"A senior nurse asked."
Yang Ping turned his head: "Hmm?"
"Did you just run into Head Nurse Jiang at the door?" the nurse asked.
“Yes!” Yang Ping felt there was something wrong with this matter.
The nurse couldn't help but chuckle a few times: "Did she say she wanted you to have more children, the more the better?"
"Yes!"
The nurse added, "She used to tell me that I should only have one child, that one child is better!"
"No way!"
"Yes, look at our operating room. Every older woman gets lectured by him every few days, telling us to have a child. But every young woman gets lectured by him. If she's not married, he urges her to get married. If she doesn't have children, he urges her to have children. If she only has one child, he asks why she doesn't have a second one. I just saw her chatting with you at the door, and I knew she was definitely urging you to have a second child."
She was right; the head nurse talked about having a second child the whole time.