Surgery Godfather-Chapter 393 - 0370 Misunderstanding

Chapter 393: Chapter 0370: Misunderstanding

Chapter 393: Chapter 0370: Misunderstanding

The power of the new surgical procedure was massive, akin to a nuclear explosion.

Lin Hao became an overnight sensation, the star figure of the Golden Knife Award. His surgical videos received the highest views on the entire Golden Knife network.

As the introducer of the latest surgical technique, he deserved the admiration and respect he received.

“What is going on? How did Dr. Yang’s new surgical technique become Radish Head’s?”

Upon watching Lin Hao’s surgical video, Zhang Lin was astounded. This was Dr. Yang’s surgical method, wasn’t it? Although Zhang Lin wasn’t as adept as Song Zimo, who had already mastered this surgical technique, he recognized it instantly because it was used frequently.

Zhang Lin then read the comments — glowing praise was everywhere, interspersed with contempt for Sanbo Hospital. He immediately became agitated, reporting to Song Zimo who had just finished surgery and convened a meeting with his colleagues in the department.

“This Radish Head, I never knew he was such a person. Such a blatant act of theft! And he’s a world-leading sports medicine expert, no less. I cannot let this go. I have to confront him about what happened. He spent just a week here, learning and then claiming it as his original creation.” Zhang Lin picked up his phone, the contact list still had Robert’s number.

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In the records of visiting scholars, there were other detailed information including the hospital he was working at, his title, email address, and so forth.

“There must be some misunderstanding in this. Even if Robert wanted to take the credit, he would not be foolish enough to announce it at our Golden Knife Awards. Wouldn’t it be better to announce at the orthopedic arthroscopy and sports medicine conference in North America?” Song Zimo doubted the situation.

Xu Zhiliang prepared a draft of the statement: “Even if there is a misunderstanding, he has already been implicated. According to the procedure, we need to report to the disciplinary committee of the organizing committee.”

“Reporting is definitely a must. Radish Head, and Lin Hao too, I won’t let them off. This must have been instigated by one of them. I wondered why they were so eager to be the first in the country to start performing multi-ligament knee reconstruction surgeries,” Zhang Lin said, recording everyone’s discussion.

As for handling this matter, he would take responsibility since the problem emerged from the visiting scholars under his watch. Apart from reporting normally, he also needed to contact Robert for clarification.

“Americans are used to usurpation. This matter cannot be taken lightly,” Takahashi didn’t have a good impression of this American.

Everyone looked at Yang Ping. He too was surprised about this situation. If Robert really plagiarized his work, he would not let him off.

It was one thing to give away his creation willingly, but it was another when it was stolen covertly without regard for the value of his work. How could he allow his creation to be stolen so casually?

Yang Ping submitted his academic paper to the journal’s email, not to Robert’s personal email. All emails exchanged with Robert were saved. The receipt of acceptance of the paper was still with Yang Ping. In addition, three editors reviewed the email. It was hardly possible for Robert to falsify the information, there must be some misunderstanding.

Robert, as the editor reviewing the paper, could obtain the surgical method information in advance. Although there’s no patent for the surgical method, the identity of the original creator exists. It wouldn’t be possible for him not to know these basic academic ethics.

Yang Ping felt that the matter was not simple. To find out the real situation, Zhang Lin and Xu Zhiliang were the appropriate people to handle it: “Zhang Lin and Xu Zhiliang, why don’t you communicate with Robert to find out what’s going on?”

After Zhang Lin and Xu Zhiliang accepted the task, Zhang Lin drafted an email and prepared the content for a call. He first wrote it in Chinese and then translated it into English. After completion, Xu Zhiliang helped him revise it.

When Xu Zhiliang looked at the draft, it was full of Chinglish. Many sentences, grammar and idioms were incorrect. He helped Zhang Lin revise it many times before it was finalised.

After finalizing the draft, Zhang Lin immediately sent the email and read the content prepared for the call a dozen of times.

Zhang Lin was about to make the call when Xu Zhiliang said, “It’s 3 a.m. there now?”

“I don’t care what time it is. Regardless of whether he’s in bed with a woman, he has to get off and clarify this with me.” Zhang Lin dialed Robert’s number and started to make a transatlantic call.

After several rings without anyone picking up, Zhang Lin kept calling, almost in a frenzy to crash Robert’s phone. Still, no one answered.

“Americans usually turn off their phones during their personal time. Wait until later to call,” Xu Zhiliang suggested calmly.

“The call went through, but no one answered.”

Zhang Lin was not willing to give up and continued calling, but it still didn’t go through. He had only supervised two visiting scholars so far, and such a scandal had already erupted. If he didn’t manage this well, he would have to resign from his position as the secretary of education.

But he really enjoyed his work, and felt that he was quite suitable for the position of secretary of education in the department.

“This Lin Hao, he really thinks that he’s the number one in Asia. Those comments are treating him like a god, claiming he completely outplays us.” Zhang Lin put down his phone, still feeling indignant.

Xu Zhiliang consoled him: “What’s real—can’t be faked, and what’s fake—can’t become real.”

Zhang Lin disagreed: “Old Xu, that’s kindergarten thinking. Who can distinguish what’s real and what’s fake? Without investigation or argument, fake could turn into real. Even women’s breasts can be faked, what can’t be?”

No way around it, he continued to call.

“Old Xu, fetch me a charger, I’m in it for the long haul today.” Zhang Lin instructed Xu Zhiliang.

He immediately realized this wasn’t right: “I’ll fetch it myself, you wait here for me. We need to discuss what to do next.”

——

At three in the morning, his cellphone kept ringing.

Due to his profession, from the time when Robert was training as a resident doctor, his cell phone was always switched on. He worried that some post-op patients might encounter problems and need to ask him for help.

“Dear, what’s going on?” Camilla asked.

His mood was suddenly disrupted, and Robert felt quite upset. He groped around for his phone, then switched on the bed lamp and sat down on the sofa next to the bed.

Robert geared up to yell at the caller, only to see that the caller ID was a number from China — Teacher Zhang. Instantly, Robert sobered up.

Teacher Zhang — that represented Doctor Yang.

Robert managed his emotions, trying to stay calm and composed as he answered the phone. A stern reprimand in English from Teacher Zhang came through, delivered like a diplomatic ultimatum. Once it was ended, the caller hung up without giving any opportunity to object.

Robert apologized to Camilla, put on his pajamas, went to his study and opened up his computer. He looked at the email sent by Teacher Zhang and immediately understood what had happened.

Lin Hao, this Chinese student, had gotten him into big trouble. No wonder Teacher Zhang was so infuriated.

The Chinese student had publicly announced that the new surgery was Robert’s original work. The nature of the matter was deeply troubling — it was as bad as academic fraud.

“Dear, how much longer is this going to take, is it the old man from Florida?” Camilla, clad in a gold silk nightgown, leaned against the doorframe of the study with a seductive look in her eyes.

The old man from Florida was Robert’s father. Only when he received a call from his father would Robert be this jittery.

“No, it’s my teacher from China. I’ve got myself into some big trouble.” Robert explained the whole situation to Camilla.

Camilla, a sports journalist, has more experience in handling public relations crises than Robert.

“The student is the one directly involved, but you’re also implicated. Have your student apologize and explain the truth on that medical website via a livestream; but that alone won’t suffice. You need to personally reach out to the Chinese party and apologize via a video livestream. Only then will your sincerity be demonstrated. Both elements are indispensable. That way, the other party might forgive you.” Camilla quickly offered her suggestion.

“Is there really no other way? Let me think. If this matter is mishandled, it will not only tarnish my reputation but also drastically affect my relationship with Doctor Yang, a relationship that means a lot to me.” Robert sank into the sofa.

Doctors in the US belong to the upper social class and so value their reputations greatly – or at least appear to do so.

Camilla sat down next to him: “Just follow my recommendation and it should defuse the crisis. This entire incident is just a misunderstanding. Whoever caused the misunderstanding should be the one to dispel it.”

“Is Doctor Yang really the best doctor in the world? I’ve never seen you praise anyone else like this.”

Camilla observed how Robert completely changed upon receiving the phone call from China. Even a scolding from his father would not leave him so flustered and disheveled.

Robert brought out a glass and some red wine from the cabinet: “If the doctors in the world were to be categorized, Doctor Yang would be in a category of his own, all the other doctors including me, would be in another.”

“So, is Andrew’s surgery hopeful then?” Camilla received her glass of red wine.

Robert shook his head, “Not just hopeful, but near success.”

“A toast to Andrew!”

“Cheers!”

“You should call your student now, have him apologize first, followed by you.”

“Understood, I need some time to get my thoughts and timelines in order.”

At three in the morning, in a seaside villa in East Hampton, Long Island, New York, the deep sound of ocean waves filtered in through the window.