godfather of surgery

Chapter 472 Reputation and Dignity

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

The logic is simple, but also solid.

Because countless facts have proved that this is the case, this should be philosophical empiricism.

Professor Zhang was in a hurry to train Tai Chi Push Hands. It is said that he invited a master to guide the training in the staff club of Sanbo Hotel.

The risk of surgery is high, the difficulty is very high, and the success rate is very small. Everything lies here.

It seems that there is no point in discussing and discussing.

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

Director Han also went out with him, he was really worried about this old urchin, he was old, no matter how healthy he was, he would inevitably suffer from osteoporosis.

"A real duel?"

"Really! I saw him actually training, and training how to fall down without getting hurt."

"Director Han just said that he is on duty and we can all go to Japan? Did I hear correctly?"

"It seems that I heard it too."

With that said, the whole team goes to Japan!
Everyone cheered, there are not many such opportunities.

The last time, it was Yang Ping's operation on Guo Jingyao at the Gleneagles Hospital in Malaysia. At that time, the time was relatively rushed, and it was a temporary mobilization team. Everyone came and went in a hurry, and there was no feeling.

This time is different, well prepared.

"Dr. Yang! I have an unspeakable question."

While helping Yang Ping massage his shoulders, Zhang Lin looked around and faltered.

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

Yang Ping saw him sneaking around.

Zhang Lin was a little anxious, his face flushed.

"Well, this time, will it be the same as last time, pull the hook, and there will be that--"

Zhang Lin's right thumb and index finger quickly rubbed against each other.

"What?" Yang Ping asked intentionally.

"This is it!"

Zhang Lin made another move.

This action represents - money!
"Look at me, why am I so vulgar." Zhang Lin slapped himself lightly.

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

"Don't look at me like that."

Zhang Lin felt that everyone was laughing at him.

"I'm a small citizen, and I can't live without the spirit of the market. I have a mortgage and a car loan on my back, and I can't shake it when it comes due every month. If I don't have the money to pay back, the house and the car are all from the bank, so I must think about money. If you don't let me think about it, I will think about it too." , I can’t even press it, talking about money doesn’t hurt feelings, right?”

Zhang Lin thought to himself, but he didn't say anything—unlike Little Fifth Brother, who has a rich father-in-law, his wife is an only child, and his family only collects rent for a few buildings.

It doesn't matter if you don't work.

Take a notebook every month, walk around a few times, and get a lot of money.

"Don't worry, the consultation fee will definitely not be less than last time." Song Zimo reassured Zhang Lin.

With these words, Zhang Lin felt relieved instantly, even at the last price, it was not a small sum.

Contrary to Zhang Lin, Xu Zhiliang didn't care about these things at all. He was staring at the screen alone, studying the video and pictures, and kept asking Yang Ping for advice.

It was as if the fireworks in the world had nothing to do with him, Xu Zhiliang. It seemed that he didn't think about the house, car, or wife at all.

"Student Xiao Gao has already told you to go to his territory, you are welcome, he will make arrangements."

"Student Xiao Gao is more reliable and has a rigorous work style."

"Not long ago, a lot of things came by courier, Xiaowu Zhanglin's diapers, Fatty's cigarettes——"
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Department of Orthopedics, The University of Tokyo Hospital.

An invitation form for a multinational consultation was placed on Masao Fujiwara's desk. After thinking for a long time, he called Fumiya Takahashi to his office.

Masao Fujiwara is different from those old stubborn ones. He will not reject the real top surgeon because of his so-called reputation. Due to various reasons, he cannot control the treatment plan of the president, his uncle, but he can control the treatment plan of this young Chinese. treat.

Moreover, this Chinese surnamed Ning has a very deep background. His family holds a huge Chinese company. The client of the family, the best law firm in Tokyo, has notified the hospital with an official document that Dr. Yang Ping from China must be invited. Consultation, surgery.

The medical department has given the consultation form to Fujiwara for signature, and Fujiwara really wants to sign it, but he doesn't want to make it public, he wants to agree to Yang Ping's consultation in private.

"teacher!"

Takahashi stood at the door, bowing respectfully and in a standard Japanese way.

"come in!"

Masao Fujiwara waved.

Teachers and students sit across desks.

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

Soon, he found that his gaffe was inappropriate, especially to Mr. Fujiwara, it was very rude.

But Masao Fujiwara didn't care.

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

After Takahashi came back from China, he was a different person. He was arrogant and arrogant before, but now he is humble and cautious in everything.

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

"During my study in China, I once saw Dr. Yang performing a similar operation. The operation was a public demonstration. The whole operation process was thrilling and dangerous, but he was not afraid and successfully performed it. The patient is still alive and well." Takahashi suppressed his admiration and only used a calm narrative tone.

Because he knew that his opinion would affect Mr. Fujiwara's decision, and may affect the treatment of the president in the future.

He just wanted to be as objective as possible, not agitated.

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

Like the Fujiwara family, the generation of Masao Fujiwara, even the members of the main department, has hundreds of people scattered in all walks of life, members of parliament, professors, doctors, lawyers, etc., are almost all elites in the industry.

In this way, the whole family has deep roots and luxuriant leaves, and has become a very strong force in Japan.

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

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

"I have seen the video you gave me, and I believe in your judgment. If this international consultation operation can be facilitated and successful, we can use this as a basis to put pressure on the treatment team and invite Dr. Yang Ping to perform the operation on the president. , Takahashi, if I sign my name on this invitation letter, it means that I have to face the traditional forces of the entire Dongda Hospital, not just one person." Masao Fujiwara said seriously.

Takahashi understood that Todai Hospital, the top hospital in Japan, would naturally breed arrogance.

Now if you want to invite a young Chinese doctor to come here for surgery, you will be opposed by many people from the administration to the clinic.

"Don't tell Sasaki and Mitsui about this for now," Fujiwara told Takahashi.

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

After graduating from Tokyo University, Mitsui Fusuke not only studied spinal surgery with Masao Fujiwara, but also studied brain surgery with several Japanese neurosurgery masters. He even studied in rotation at Mayo and Hopkins hospitals in the United States.

The young Mitsui, in his 30s, is the future star of neurosurgery at Dongda University.

While chatting, Fujiwara received a call from teacher Ikeda.

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

"Takahashi, you give this invitation letter to the medical department and ask them to send it out immediately. It's best if you are present and watch them send it out." Fujiwara handed the invitation letter to Takahashi.

"Understood!" Takahashi immediately stood up.

Professor Ikeda, the teacher of Masao Fujiwara, a consultant professor of orthopedics at Dongda Hospital, although he has retired to the second line, has a stronger say in the treatment of some important people. They are senior medical staff.

Masao Fujiwara sorted his clothes and walked to Ikeda's office in the administrative district.

"Masao! I heard that you are going to invite a Chinese doctor to perform the operation, and he is still very young?" Ikeda's tone was very serious.

Looks like word spread fast.

Masao Fujiwara cannot be avoided. Although Ikeda has no right to interfere, as his teacher, with his qualifications, it is not difficult to interfere.

"Yes, sir, because the patient's family members are very clear. I have no choice but to transport him back to China or ask this Chinese doctor to perform the surgery. This patient cannot be transported. Moreover, the patient's condition is very similar to the president's. According to As far as I know, this Chinese doctor has extensive experience in surgery for such diseases and has a very high success rate, if—”

"Enough! Have you ever thought that your behavior will provoke the dissatisfaction of the entire hospital." Ikeda was very impatient.

Masao Fujiwara paused for a moment, and said meaningfully: "This is just an ordinary exchange. It caused a sensation because young Chinese doctors were invited. The teacher often teaches us that everything should be done with sincerity. I serve you with sincerity." We are not afraid of criticism, we are already too rigid, and if we continue like this, we will soon fall behind.”

"You are a kind of depravity!" Ikeda slapped the table.

Fujiwara immediately stood up, stood at attention, and bowed.

"gentlemen!"

"He who is capable is a teacher. This is what you often teach me. I have read this doctor's papers and watched his surgical videos. In such cases, his surgical ability and experience are superior to ours. Since this Chinese patient His condition is similar to that of the president, and his family strongly invited this doctor, so why don’t we push the boat forward and make this happen? Regardless of success or failure, it will be beneficial to us.” Fujiwara argued.

"This is beyond medical skills. It is related to the reputation and dignity of our hospital. The reputation and dignity need to be maintained with life, but you damage it so easily. Moreover, your so-called papers and videos cannot be used as sufficient evidence. !" Ikeda was so angry that the white beard trembled.

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

"Sir, Fujiwara doesn't understand. As a doctor, you need to pay too much attention to things other than medical skills? Compared with the life of a patient, reputation and dignity are insignificant to me, and they can be sacrificed. I remember that when I was studying medicine with my husband, Mr. I used to challenge difficult operations to save patients' lives regardless of my personal reputation, but in the end the operation failed, sir, you just said - I have done my best, and my reputation is not worth it!" Masao Fujiwara argued.

If he couldn't convince Ikeda, then he wouldn't get any support from the older generation's camp, and it would be difficult for him to face the public opinion of the entire hospital.

"This - it's different!" Ikeda said angrily.

"Same! It's just that he is a young Chinese doctor, and you feel that you have lost your reputation and dignity. If it was the world's top hospital and the most famous professor, you would definitely not have such a strong reaction, just like the most If a strong Go master is defeated by a child, he must be ashamed—"

Fujiwara didn't flinch.

"you--"

Ikeda leaned back in the chair, his lips trembling, unable to speak.

Fujiwara offered him a cup of tea, but he just gestured to put it down.

For a long time, Ikeda breathed calmly.

"Have you decided yet?"

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

Fujiwara replied.

Ikeda murmured, "Is what you said just now really what you thought?"

"Exactly!" Fujiwara nodded.

"What do I need to do?"

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

"Well, you contradicted me today, that old guy Ito is hard to deal with."

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

(End of this chapter)