Surgery Godfather

Chapter 203: Chapter 0192: Examination

Mrs. Su took her place next to Professor Su again.

“This child, don’t you think it’s strange? Among all those people, she hasn’t given anyone a second look, but this Xiao Yang has won her favor,” she pondered.

“What did I say, there’s no need to worry. This young man is not bad,” Professor Su praised incessantly.

“Call him over, I want to ask him a few questions,” the old master’s ears perked up as he brought it up again.

“Dad, they just got to know each other today. Are you really going to call him over and question him?” asked Mrs. Su.

The old lady was understanding, “Yes, that’s just a social norm among young people. A hug doesn’t mean anything.”

The old master would not let it go, “She hasn’t hugged any other guys, but she hugged him. Isn’t there something more to it? Call him over. I want to size him up. Don’t worry, I won’t make things awkward. I know my limits.”

“This?” Mrs. Su looked towards Professor Su. They just got to know each other today, and they didn’t even know what the young man’s intentions were. Suddenly calling him over seemed a little inappropriate.

Professor Su didn’t care at all, “Call him over, it’s no big deal, relax.”

“You’re always at ease. I’ve already asked Nanchen to call him over,” Mrs. Su could not help but follow the old master’s command.

Xiao Su took Yang Ping around. When they got to the pool and realized that they were the only ones around, Xiao Su stretched out her arms, “I’m so happy today!”

“You —— are ruthless. You fooled me. You’re the daughter of Professor Su, Nanchen’s sister. How did I not think of it?”

“I didn’t want you to like me because I’m Professor Su’s daughter. I want you to like me because I’m Xiao Su!”

“Fool, why would you think like that?”

Xiao Su, noticing they were alone, draped her arms around Yang Ping’s neck in a cutesy manner, “Please forgive me!”

Could he really not forgive her? She certainly knew how to play her hand! Xiao Su’s slender arms wrapping around him, her cutesy voice ringing in his ears, all of it made Yang Ping melt. But he still stood his ground: “That won’t do. You think it’s that easy to get off the hook? There has to be some penalty.”

Xiao Su leaned forward and pecked him on the face: “Will this do?”

“That’s more like it. Consider this a truce,” Yang Ping said.

The two let go of each other and continued strolling around. As they did, Xiao Su introduced her family members to him, “That’s my oldest uncle, that’s my third uncle. My fourth uncle is in the U.S. and didn’t make it back. That’s my aunt, that’s my third aunt. No need to introduce you to mom and dad. Be prepared, these are all the hurdles you will have to pass. Do you feel confident?”

“It’s not a matter of confidence. For you, I would dare to venture through not just hurdles, but mountains of daggers and seas of flames!” Yang Ping thumped his chest.

“I certainly would not let you venture through mountains of daggers and seas of flames. Rest assured, with me here, we’ll definitely pass,” Xiao Su cupped his mouth.

The outside was a bit cold, so after a round trip, they returned indoors. Nanchen was looking for them everywhere. Seeing the two coming in, he pulled Yang Ping aside, “My grandfather wants to ask you a few questions.”

Xiao Su was also surprised, “Really? Grandpa is going to ask him questions? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, mom just called me to bring him over,” Nanchen shook his head.

Did they find out? Is it time to face the trial now? Xiao Su didn’t have a good plan at the moment. She originally wanted Yang Ping to enjoy a gradual process, but now he was being abruptly called for questioning. Xiao Su followed behind, ready to defend him.

This was a bit sudden, and Yang Ping was unprepared. Nanchen reassured him, “Don’t worry, everything will be alright. I’ll be by your side. There’s nothing more to it. My grandfather is just an old doctor, probably just wants to ask you about the five-section replantation, and some other professional matters. He heard that you performed the five-section replantation operation and has taken a keen interest in you.”

“Really?” Xiao Su was a bit skeptical.

“You stay here,” Nanchen told Xiao Su not to follow, as it might complicate the situation.

Upon reflection, Xiao Su felt that he was right, following him might just give away the game. With Nanchen there, Yang Ping should be able to handle himself.

Nanchen hurriedly accompanied Yang Ping over. In his capacity as a good friend, they arrived before the old master. As they passed by Professor Su, Yang Ping respectfully greeted him. Professor Su seemed quite pleased.

“Grandpa, this is my good friend, Yang Ping, Doctor Yang!” Upon arriving before the old master, Nanchen introduced Yang Ping.

“Grandpa!” Yang Ping greeted following Nanchen.

The old master sat upright in his chair, scrutinizing Yang Ping up and down. Neither Professor Su nor Mrs. Su could figure out what the old man was up to. They had a sinking feeling, worrying that he was going to make things uncomfortable for the young man.

“Hmm, sit down. Don’t be nervous. I just want to ask, I heard you were the chief surgeon for the five-section replantation at Sanbo?” The old master’s tone was very kind but stern.

“Yes, grandpa, it is a routine surgery,” Yang Ping replied.

“Which journals do you usually read?”

“New England Journal of Medicine, AGAM, JBJS—” Yang Ping listed the medical journals he often read in his system space as if he were listing his family’s treasures.

The old master, a neurosurgeon, was also familiar with orthopedics. He casually picked out a few recent articles from these journals and asked Yang Ping about them.

Nanchen was anxious, thinking, who could answer such questions. Yang Ping was also embarrassed, but luckily he often read these journals in his system space and could answer comfortably.

Yang Ping immediately answered these questions with profound insight, showing his familiarity. The old master seemed very satisfied.

The old master then picked up an article from the latest issue of NATURE REVIEWS NEUROSCIENCE. This was a neurosurgery journal, rarely read by orthopedic surgeons.

Nanchen, who was well read, also felt unfamiliar. Anxiety began to set in for Professor Su at the side, “Dad, Yang Ping is an orthopedics major, the article you’re referring to seems to be from a neurosurgery journal?”