godfather of surgery

Chapter 1029 Racial Discrimination

In the family waiting area of ​​the operating room, when Mannstein and Brian were sitting on blue chairs chatting, some other family members nearby saw the two foreigners mumbling in an incomprehensible language.

  The two aunts started talking, because they knew that the two foreigners did not understand Chinese, so they talked without any scruples.

"Look at that foreigner. His hair is like gold and curly. He looks just like a golden lion."

"His arms were also covered in long, dense golden hair, which made me feel creepy just looking at him."

"They also like to wear perfume. I smelled a strong scent of perfume when I passed by them just now. How can a grown man wear so much perfume?"

"To remove body odor. It's not that foreigners have stronger body odor."

The two middle-aged ladies who were talking were looking at the TV screen, pretending not to notice the two foreigners, but the topic of their conversation was always Mannstein and Brian. They commented on them and glanced over there from time to time, but they couldn't understand what they were saying anyway.

"Do you think they can understand us?"

"Don't worry, they don't understand a word. How can they understand him with his stupid look?"

"Why do I feel that the Golden Lion King can understand? When you just said he was stupid, he glanced over here."

"If you don't know, just pretend to know."

Brian didn't understand Chinese, but Mannstein could. When he heard the two aunts chatting, he just glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. He didn't have time to argue with them now.

  The most formal Chinese etiquette?

At this time, Mannstein thought of his good brother August, who was the one who understood Chinese culture best and would definitely be able to give him good advice at this time.

Therefore, Maninstein did not take into account the seven-hour time difference between China and Germany. It was morning in China, but people in Germany had not yet gotten up. Maninstein dialed August's number without hesitation. He kept dialing until the other party answered the phone. A confused and cursing voice came from the other end: "What's going on? It's the middle of the night. Do you want to let people live?"

Mannstein had to cut to the chase despite his brother's scolding. He told August about the situation. August said, "Make a banner for Professor Yang!"

"Making a banner? How do you do it specifically? How do you make this banner? Where do you make it?" Mannstein obviously didn't understand.

"It's easy to make a banner. There is a shop that specializes in making banners next to the hospital. It's not difficult to find a shop to make a banner. If you really don't know what to do, just go to Shuilian Bakery and ask the boss and the boss's wife. They can help you with just one phone call. You can go to this bakery for any small matter in the hospital. They can help you. The banner is just a carrier. The words on the banner are the key. They are the gratitude you want to express. You can ask Brian to think about how to write them. Finally, the attitude when presenting the banner is the soul. When presenting the banner, you must be respectful, hold the banner in front of you with both hands, and bend your body forward into a bow. You must maintain this posture until the professor reaches out to take the banner."

"Thank you, you can go back to sleep." Mannstein hung up the phone. August is indeed the real China expert.

"What should I do? How can I express my deepest gratitude? Should I kneel down?" Brian said anxiously.

Elsa's issue has always been a knot in Brian's heart. It has been weighing on his mind for so many years. Now that it has finally been resolved, Brian is extremely excited.

Mannstein didn't know why Brian had such an idea, and immediately said, "No, we should send a special and gorgeous flag. Let's deal with this matter after Elsa returns to the ward. There is no rush for now."

In fact, Maninstein didn't know how to do this, but August had already pointed out a way for him, asking him to find the owner of Shuilian Bakery. They could take care of everything, and this matter would become much simpler.

Perhaps Mannstein was in a Chinese environment and naturally got used to speaking Chinese, so he spoke Chinese without thinking when he called August. August has been working hard to improve his Chinese, so when he heard Chinese coming from the phone, he also subconsciously answered in Chinese, and the two Germans began to communicate in Chinese.

The two aunties who had just commented on Mainstein and Brian were completely stunned. This guy not only understood Chinese, but also spoke Mandarin much more standardly than themselves. Thinking of their unscrupulous comments just now, they couldn't help but cast a guilty look at him, thinking that Chinese could be encrypted.

"You are making racist remarks. I'm going to file a complaint against you." Maninstein glared at the two aunts and took the time to fight back at them. The two aunts were startled by Maninstein's sudden counterattack.

  When they heard Maninstein speaking Chinese on the phone, the two aunts felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to leave secretly. However, before they could even stand up, they were caught by the foreigner and scolded.
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After Aisha's surgery, Yang Ping breathed a sigh of relief. The difficulty of this operation was that there were too many deformed parts, and the deformities in various parts of the heart were interrelated. All factors must be considered comprehensively when correcting the deformities. This kind of operation that requires comprehensive consideration of multiple factors must have engineering thinking and think about each factor from a systematic perspective. Otherwise, the operation will be difficult to succeed. Even if it is done reluctantly, the patient will not have a good postoperative effect. Once the effect is not good, it will directly affect the child's life span and it will be difficult for him to grow up.

Yang Ping had just seen the intraoperative esophageal ultrasound showing that the heart valves, septa and inlets and outlets had been corrected to have neither incomplete closure nor defects, and that various blood flow indexes had fully met normal requirements, and he could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Every time he finished an operation, Yang Ping would have this natural sense of accomplishment.

A doctor's sense of accomplishment is one of his inner spiritual pillars and the driving force for his progress. Yang Ping is no exception. It is this sense of accomplishment that supports him in his devilish training in the system space.

"Professor, what happened to that tough guy later?" Xia Shu was still chasing after the tough American doctor that Yang Ping mentioned during the surgery.

"The civil law was useless to him. It was useless to deal with him. Later, a friend of the victim was a judge. This judge friend decided to intervene in the matter. After studying the case with his colleagues, he decided to use criminal law to deal with him. In the end, he was prosecuted under the criminal law and sentenced to life imprisonment." Yang Ping thought for a while and said, I didn't expect everyone to be so interested in this story. Everyone is so interested in this case because it breaks some previous superstitions.

"If the victim didn't have a judge friend, he might still be at large." Fatty Liang sighed.

Yang Ping nodded: "If it weren't for the victim's friend the judge intervening, he could still continue to be his expert, and even if he sat in the dock in the court, he would be unscathed."

"What happened next?" Xia Shu continued to ask.

"Didn't they say this guy was sentenced to life imprisonment?" Fatty Liang was disgusted by Xia Shu's constant digging. Yang Ping smiled slightly: "I don't know whether the American medical community has conducted a deep reflection and thought about how to avoid this absurd phenomenon and made changes to the doctor evaluation system."

Maybe this final result is what Xia Shu wanted. He really wants to know whether the loophole will be patched later and whether such a weird doctor will appear again.

Fatty Liang was performing anesthesia resuscitation on Elsa. Everyone sat down to rest, waiting for Elsa to wake up, and then participated in this topic again.

Song Zimo said: "Isn't this what we often call the Rabbit Doctor?"

"Yes, he is the so-called Rabbit Doctor. This doctor is handsome, confident, friendly, and very charming. He has a nearly perfect resume. It is this perfect resume that has deceived everyone and made him the Doctor of Death for so many years. This doctor has strong scientific research capabilities. He is good at doing scientific research, writing papers, and raising research funds, but he knows nothing about surgery." Yang Ping sighed and said that in fact, such doctors also exist in our own medical community, but no one has discovered them.

"Doctor Rabbit?" Old Jin, who had been silent just now, couldn't help but feel deeply moved when he heard these words.

"What does Rabbit Doctor mean?" Lao Jin sighed, but Xia Shu really didn't know the meaning of Rabbit Doctor.

Song Zimo was getting impatient: "How come you don't know anything? You feel isolated from the world. Rabbit doctors are highly educated and have a distinguished educational background. They are really good at writing papers and doing scientific research, but they are terrible at doing surgeries. Doesn't scientific research require experimental rabbits? This means that these doctors usually deal with rabbits most of the time, so they are called rabbit doctors."

Rabbit doctor, Xia Shu couldn't help feeling ashamed after hearing this. It seemed that our doctor evaluation system was heading in the direction of rabbit doctor, focusing more on scientific research and less on clinical practice. No matter whether one can perform surgery or not, as long as one has papers and research projects, promotion of professional title will be like riding a rocket. If one does not have research papers and research projects, no matter how well one performs surgery, it will be useless and one can only be a chief physician for eternity.

This will create a group of expert directors who cannot perform surgery or perform surgery very poorly. Lao Jin was troubled by this.

"Lao Jin, how is your professional title going?" Song Zimo asked Lao Jin beside him.

Lao Jin shook his head and said, "I no longer have this idea. I plan to be an attending physician for life." Lao Jin said this with a sad tone.

"Don't you already have a thesis and a project?" Song Zimo asked.

Lao Jin said: "There are three elements in the evaluation of professional titles: papers, research projects and personal connections. I lack the most important element - personal connections."

"Didn't I introduce a friend to someone last time? Why haven't you done anything?" Song Zimo has always been concerned about Lao Jin's title, because he thinks Lao Jin is a talent. Compared with the previous team leaders in the orthopedics department, Lao Jin's surgical skills are far superior to theirs. However, he is now an attending physician at an old age, and he had to work late night shifts in the orthopedics department before.

"Oh, forget it. I can't get over this matter. You don't have to take care of things for me in the future. I will just be the attending physician." Lao Jin said sadly.

Song Zimo thought he was too pedantic: "What's the big deal? It's just like that. If it doesn't work, let Professor Yang say something to you."

"Stop, let Professor Yang speak for me about this matter. I will feel even worse in the future." Lao Jin hurriedly stopped him. He really didn't want to trouble Yang Ping for this matter.

"Okay, you can be your chief physician for eternity." Song Zimo was also helpless. Why was this person so stubborn and pedantic?

"I think it's pretty good." Lao Jin crossed his legs.

Everyone was chatting, and little Aisha over there had already woken up. Fatty Liang's anesthesia skills were becoming more and more sophisticated, and he had mastered the dosage of anesthetics and the depth of anesthesia to the appropriate degree.

The chat ended and everyone was going to go to bed. Song Zimo patted Lao Jin on the shoulder and said, "You need to be more flexible. You are in a place like the Surgical Research Institute. Even if you are the attending physician, it won't hinder your development. Try another place. When you feel relieved, tell me and I'll help you."

It was very easy for the child to cross the bed. Xia Shu completed it by himself, while the others just stood by and watched.

Brian was very excited when Aisha was pushed out of the operating room.

Over the years, Elsa's heart condition has been a pain in Brian's heart. He originally thought that his granddaughter's life was already in the countdown, so every time he saw his granddaughter playing happily, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. As a medical scientist, he was unable to provide any valuable help to his lovely granddaughter and could only watch her life enter the countdown. This feeling was extremely painful, just like having a needle pricked into the heart every day.

So now when he saw his granddaughter being pushed out of the operating room and the doctor announced that the operation was successful, Brian reached out and touched his granddaughter's warm face, and couldn't help but burst into tears with mixed emotions.

Then, Aisha was sent to the cardiovascular ICU, where she would be monitored for about three days before being transferred back to the general ward. After Brian finished communicating with the doctor in charge of the ICU, he followed Mannstein to the bakery to handle the banner issue.

August was still familiar with the route. Following his instructions, Mannstein came to Shuilian Bakery and found the proprietress. He explained to her that he needed a banner to give to Professor Yang Ping of the Institute of Surgery. Yu Shuilian immediately understood and told them that it would cost 200 yuan. If it was urgent, he could add 40 yuan. The goods could be picked up within an hour, and if it was not urgent, he could pick them up after 24 hours. The pick-up location was in this shop.

Of course Brian was not short of the forty dollars, so he immediately ordered an urgent order for a silk banner. He had already thought of what to write on the banner and had even made a draft. He wrote a thank-you letter and asked that it be written on the banner.

Yu Shuilian told the owner of the banner shop about this situation. The owner had never encountered a banner with so many words on it, so he doubled the price. It was not that he was overcharging the customer. The price of this kind of banner was indeed calculated based on the size and the number of words on the flag. There was definitely a difference between a few words and more than a hundred words.

Because there are so many banners received, the Institute of Surgery now has to use only one room to hang the banners, and many of them cannot be hung on the walls because there are simply too many of them.

After finishing the banner business, Brian and Mannstein decided to have a bite to eat at Shuilian Bakery, which is said to be one of the must-visit places in Sanbo Hospital.