UGB Chapter 1377: Another Lively Event
Chapter 1377: Another Lively Event
Chapter 1377 Another Lively Event
Yang Ping was in the research institute's laboratory, discussing experimental data with several students around a workbench. He pointed to a string of numbers on the screen, about to speak, when his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at the caller ID; it was Dean Xia.
He had barely answered the phone, and before he could even speak, Dean Xia's excited, slightly distorted voice came from the other end: "Professor Yang! Two academicians! Both have passed!"
Yang Ping was taken aback.
"The Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering have both passed!" Dean Xia practically shouted, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement. "Yes, they've all passed! We just officially notified them!"
The lab was quiet. Several students stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Yang Ping held his phone, remained silent for a moment, and then calmly said, "Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the young faces in front of him. Some stared wide-eyed, while others exchanged bewildered glances, wanting to ask but hesitant to. Yang Ping opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin.
One of the bolder students whispered, "Professor Yang, what's wrong?"
Just as Yang Ping was about to speak, his phone rang again; this time it was Director Han.
"Xiao Yang!" Director Han's voice was eight octaves higher than usual, and he spoke rapidly with excitement, "I just received the notification! You've passed the dual academician exam! You've passed both the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering!"
Yang Ping said, "I..."
"Stop talking, I'm coming right away!" Director Han said and hung up the phone decisively.
Immediately afterward, the phone rang again. This time it was Professor Zhang Zongshun. The over-eighty-year-old man's voice trembled as he said, "Yang Ping, well done! Well done! Now you know, two academicians! This is extremely rare in our history; we haven't seen one like this in many years!"
These people were all incredibly excited, even more so than when Yang Ping won the Nobel Prize. Perhaps it's because the Nobel Prize, though prestigious, is too far removed from daily life; while being a dual academician is a tangible recognition in this land, an affirmation from peers and the nation.
For the next half hour, his phone was ringing almost nonstop.
Xu Zhiliang called, stammering, "Professor... congratulations... congratulations... congratulations!" Yang Ping was worried that he would faint from his stutter, hearing his voice even more stammering than usual.
Li Zehui called and said in Mandarin with an American accent, "Professor, you are amazing! The entire cardiac surgery team is so proud of you!"
Dr. Jin called, his tone as concise and forceful as ever: "Professor Yang, congratulations."
Song Ziming called, her voice tinged with laughter: "The dean's side is in an uproar, you should be prepared."
I don't know how the news spread so quickly.
In the work group, Robert sent a 60-second voice message, which was filled with excited and incoherent congratulations; August sent a thumbs-up emoji; Woodhead sent a bouquet of flowers, and the group was instantly flooded with various emojis and congratulations.
Compared to the reaction when Yang Ping won the Nobel Prize, this time it was much more exciting and came much faster.
The students in the lab finally realized what was happening and cheered as they surrounded him: "Professor Yang! Congratulations! You're a double academician!"
Yang Ping waved his hand, as if he wanted to say something, but the phone rang again.
This time it was from the Sanbo Hospital office, informing him of a celebration tomorrow morning and asking if Yang Ping was available.
Yang Ping hesitated for a moment, then said okay.
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the students, whose faces were flushed with excitement, and said calmly, "Alright, get back to work."
The news spread throughout Sanbo Hospital in just a few minutes.
The research institute was the first to erupt in excitement, with young researchers spreading the news like it was New Year's. Someone shouted in the corridor, "Professor Yang has become a double academician!" Someone peeked out of their office: "Really?" "Yes! We just notified them!" Then came a burst of cheers. Some people jumped up and down in the corridor, while others knocked on office doors to share the good news.
Inside the cafeteria, people eating were talking animatedly.
"Have you heard? Professor Yang Ping is a double academician! It's been many years since we've had a double academician."
"Holy crap, two academicians? How many years does it take to produce one like that?"
"Absolutely! Our hospital is even more famous now!"
"They just won the Nobel Prize not long ago, and the hype hasn't completely died down yet. Now they've got two academicians. They're going to sweep everything!"
The nurses at the nurses' station were chattering away.
"Professor Yang is amazing!"
"He's usually quite gentle!"
"That guy is a big shot, of course he's mild-mannered. Truly capable people don't flaunt their abilities."
"Two academicians! I checked, and there seem to be only about thirty such academicians nationwide?"
In the ward, the patients were also discussing it.
An elderly woman asked a nurse, "Professor Yang from your hospital has been elected as one of the two academicians?"
The nurse proudly raised her chin: "Yes, she used to be in our orthopedics department, and now she's the director of the research institute."
The old lady nodded: "Your hospital is really amazing."
The nurse's eyes crinkled into slits with laughter: "That's right!"
The liveliest place was Dean Xia's office.
From the moment the news broke, the phone never stopped ringing. Congratulations came one after another from the province, the city, the Health Commission, major hospitals, and the media. Dean Xia's voice was almost hoarse from answering so many calls, but the smile on his face never faded; his lips were practically stretched to his ears.
"Thank you, thank you, congratulations to you too."
"Yes, yes, Yang Ping is the pride of our hospital."
"Yes, yes, two academicians, that's something that hasn't happened in many years."
"Welcome, welcome! I'll definitely come then."
The secretary was constantly in and out, handing out documents, pouring water, and answering phones, her feet barely touching the ground. She'd barely put down the landline when her cell phone rang; she'd barely answered the cell phone when the landline rang again. Dean Xia was incredibly busy, yet her face was flushed with excitement.
Finally finding a moment of respite, Dean Xia leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. Looking at the ceiling, he suddenly laughed. So many happy events lately, one after another, as if they were happening in quick succession.
He picked up the phone and dialed another number.
"Hey Han? Are you free tonight? Let's go out for drinks and celebrate."
The next morning, a red banner was hung at the entrance of Sanbo Hospital, with large, golden characters that read: "Warm congratulations to Professor Yang Ping of our hospital on being elected as an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering!"
The outpatient hall was filled with flower baskets—some from the hospital, some from departments, some from sister institutions, and some anonymously sent by patients. Red, yellow, pink, and purple flowers mingled, crowding the space and filling the air with their fragrance. Passersby couldn't help but glance at them, some taking out their phones to take pictures. The cleaning lady complained that she had moved the flower baskets three times today, but they were still blocking the way.
The celebration was held in the hospital's multi-purpose hall.
Before eight o'clock in the morning, the hall was already packed with people. There were hospital leaders, department heads, researchers from the institute, young doctors and nurses, and many familiar faces—retired senior experts, all arriving with canes. Yang Ping hadn't originally wanted to go through with these formalities, but his superiors had specifically instructed Dean Xia to make sure it was a proper celebration, as it was an honor for the entire medical system. Given everyone's enthusiasm, Yang Ping couldn't refuse.
Director Han sat in the first row, wearing his usual dark gray Zhongshan suit, which he rarely wore. His hair was neatly combed, and an old Party badge was pinned to his chest. Next to him was Professor Zhang Zongshun, an elderly man in his eighties who was in particularly good spirits today. He stood up straight and occasionally talked to the people around him, a contented smile on his face.
Director Bai sat in the corner with Fatty and Little Fatty. The three of them filled an entire row of chairs. Fatty whispered, "Director, why aren't you sitting in the front today?" Director Bai glared at him, "It's too crowded in the front. It's spacious here, and I can see better." Little Fatty chuckled to himself.
Xu Zhiliang stood at the door, talking to several colleagues from the neurosurgery department. He still stuttered a little, but today he was talking a lot, his face flushed with excitement, and he would occasionally stand on tiptoe to look at the stage.
Li Zehui, dressed in a sharp suit, stood with several cardiac surgeons. He doesn't usually attend these kinds of events, always making excuses to avoid them, but he arrived early this morning, and even wore a tie.
Dr. Jin sat in the middle with the spinal surgeons, all sitting upright as if waiting for some important moment. Some people were whispering about Yang Ping's past in the spinal surgery department.
Song Ziming was surrounded by a group of young doctors in the emergency room, who were asking him all sorts of questions. "Director Song, what was Professor Yang like in the emergency room back then?" "Director Song, how long did you study under Professor Yang?" Song Ziming responded with a smile, but in his heart he was thinking: Why are these people so gossipy today?
Robert couldn't come, but he sent a video. In the video, he stood in front of the banner wall of the North American Clinic and said in accented Chinese, "Teacher, I am your only direct disciple in North America! Today you became a double academician, and I am more proud than anyone else!" The video was displayed on the big screen, and the whole room burst into laughter.
August also sent a message, which the host read aloud: "Professor Yang is my role model, a beacon in the medical field..."
At 9:00 AM sharp, Dean Xia walked onto the stage.
"Dear colleagues and friends, today is a great day!" His voice was loud and clear, filled with undisguised excitement. "Professor Yang Ping of our Sanbo Hospital has been elected as an academician of both the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering! This is a rare occurrence in the history of science in our country!"
A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
Dean Xia paused, and after the applause subsided, continued, "What does being a dual academician mean? It means reaching the highest level in both basic research and engineering applications! Such experts are few and far between nationwide! And our Sanbo has one!"
The applause grew louder, mixed with cheers.
"Next, please welcome Professor Yang Ping to the stage to speak!"
Thunderous applause erupted, and some people stood up to applaud.
Yang Ping stood up from his seat and walked onto the stage. He was wearing a dark blue shirt today, without a tie, looking quite ordinary, even somewhat casual. But everyone in the audience looked at him with respect and pride in their eyes.
He stood on the stage, looking at the familiar faces below: Director Han, Professor Zhang, Director Bai, Xu Zhiliang, Li Zehui, Dr. Jin, Song Ziming, and so many young doctors and nurses whose names he couldn't recall.
He paused for a few seconds, then spoke.
Thank you everyone.
He paused, then continued, "This honor doesn't belong to me alone, it belongs to Sanbo, and to everyone who has worked and struggled here."
He looked at Director Han: "My teacher, Director Han, was the one who introduced me to this field, taught me how to perform surgery, and how to be a person. Back then, I knew nothing, and he taught me step by step."
Director Han, sitting in the audience, blinked hard and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He looked at Professor Zhang Zongshun: "Professor Zhang gave me the opportunity back then, allowing me to do things freely. Without his trust, I wouldn't be who I am today."
Professor Zhang Zongshun nodded, his eyes slightly red, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something but didn't.
He looked at his colleagues below the stage: "And you all, who have worked hard together, stayed up all night together, performed surgeries together, and discussed cases together over the years. Every patient, every surgery, and every paper was completed by us together. This honor belongs to each and every one of you."
The audience fell silent.
Yang Ping paused for a moment, then said, "So, this honor belongs to everyone. Thank you."
He bowed deeply.
The applause rang out again, louder and more enthusiastic than before, as if it would lift the roof off.
Someone started calling out, "Professor Yang! Professor Yang!"
More and more people joined in, their voices grew louder, and they became a torrent.
Standing on the stage, looking at the excited faces below, Yang Ping suddenly felt that this kind of celebration was not bad. At least it could give young people some encouragement and let them know that as long as they work hard, they will eventually be recognized.
After the celebration ended, the crowd dispersed, but the excitement lingered.
More and more flower baskets appeared at the hospital entrance; some people brought new ones, while others gathered to take pictures. Security guards had to create a path to prevent the crowd from blocking the entrance. A young man pushed a flatbed cart, bringing another load of flower baskets, and asked a security guard where to put them.
In the cafeteria, the food was much more plentiful than usual today; apparently, the dean had specially ordered extra dishes. Director Bai, along with Fatty and Little Fatty, filled three large plates and found a corner to eat heartily. Fatty mumbled between bites, "Director, this food today is like celebrating the New Year." Director Bai nodded, his mouth full of braised pork, "Even the New Year can't compare to today's lively atmosphere."
People were discussing it everywhere in the corridor.
In the ward, the patients were also discussing it.
An elderly man said to a nurse, "Could that academician in your hospital examine me?" The nurse smiled and said, "Sir, Professor Yang only treats difficult and complex cases, but don't worry, all the doctors in our hospital are very skilled." The old man nodded and said, "Okay, okay. I was just asking. Being in the same hospital as an academician makes me feel half-cured."
In the afternoon, several reporters arrived.
They carried video cameras and microphones, conducting interviews throughout the hospital. They first interviewed Dean Xia, then several department heads, and finally found Yang Ping in the research institute's laboratory, examining slides under a microscope.
The reporter cautiously asked, "Professor Yang, is there anything you would like to say to young people?"
Yang Ping looked up, thought for a moment, and said, "Just focus on your work and don't overthink it."
The reporter was taken aback: "That's...that's all?"
Yang Ping nodded: "This is it."
The reporter persisted: "So, what's your secret to success?"
Yang Ping said, "There are no secrets to scientific research. If there are secrets, then it's not real scientific research."
reporter:"……"
The students next to him almost burst out laughing.
The reporter then asked, "So what are your plans for the future?"
Yang Ping glanced at him: "Keep working."
The reporter was completely speechless.
At night, the red lanterns at the entrance of Sanbo Hospital were lit up.
Dean Xia specifically ordered them to be hung up, saying it was to bring good fortune. The red lanterns swayed in the night, reflecting the four large characters "Sanbo Hospital," making them particularly beautiful. Passersby couldn't help but take a few more glances, and some even stopped to take pictures.
The "Second Uncle's Grilled Fish" restaurant next to the hospital was booked out tonight by Dean Xia.