Surgery Godfather-Chapter 1396 - 1053 Reunion After a Long Separation_2

Sure enough, he had been misunderstood by me. He stayed in the United States to make the most of their scientific research conditions for better achievements, to learn more advanced knowledge, and to contribute to the country at the right time.

"Chunquan! It seems I have wrongly blamed you. I shouldn’t have always pressured you to return to the country, making things difficult for you." Professor Liang helped up the bowing Zhang Chunquan, and then the master and student embraced each other tightly.

"Mr. Liang, I just wanted to in America---"

"Say no more, Chunquan, I understand now."

Professor Liang had also heard about Zhang Chunquan’s return to the country several months ago. He had done a lot of work and initiated multiple collaborations, all aimed at improving the level of domestic scientific research.

After a while, Professor Liang finally let go of Zhang Chunquan. The knot in his heart has finally untangled. For this matter, Professor Liang had once fallen seriously ill, lying in bed for days unable to get up. His own student, on whom he had poured so much effort, left and never returned, and worse still, left coldly without any reasonable explanation—what a heart-breaking matter.

Professor Hu Guolin, Professor Song Yun, and several professors from Peking Union Medical College who were present were all moved by this scene of teacher-student affection.

"I’ve come back this time to collaborate with Xiehe. Not only with Xiehe, but I also want to work with some top domestic laboratories to bring the most advanced technologies from the United States to China. For some of these matters, I’ll need your help, Mr. Liang, to facilitate the cooperation," Zhang Chunquan said, pausing briefly.

Professor Liang was very pleased and he enthusiastically said, "Whenever you need me, just say so. Sometimes this old face of mine still gets some respect from others."

"With those words from you, Mr. Liang, I feel assured. I plan to establish a cooperative stem cell laboratory with Xiehe. Every year, we can exchange graduate students, which will help us train a large number of stem cell researchers. Michigan’s Whitehead Laboratory is also considered one of the top laboratories in the world, and I can secure many spots to come over," Zhang Chunquan shared his plan.

Professor Liang nodded. This was good news. For many years, he had hoped to collaborate with the Whitehead Laboratory, but at the time, Zhang Chunquan had refused, even denying a visit under the pretense of confidentiality. It seemed back then Zhang Chunquan might have had a lowly position in the laboratory and wasn’t able to offer any help. Now he is a Lasker Award recipient, an important member of the laboratory, and capable of extending assistance, so he has returned to discuss matters of cooperation.

"Let’s have dinner at my house today. It’s been a long time since I last tasted Teacher Luo’s signature dishes," Professor Liang suggested. Teacher Luo is Professor Liang’s wife.

Back then, Zhang Chunquan, due to his poor family background, had also relied on his teacher for living expenses, often mooching off meals at the teacher’s house on weekends. When he left after a meal, Professor Liang never failed to slip him some spending money. At that time, Professor Liang really treated him like his own child.

"Alright."

"We plan not only to collaborate with Xiehe, but I am also looking to cooperate with Huaxi."

"That’s great; it can enhance our level in the field of stem cell research."

"We also want to cooperate with Professor Yang Ping from Sanbo Hospital. I have never been close with Professor Yang, and he may also have some misunderstandings about me, thus having a resistant attitude towards the cooperation, so... I hope you could help talk to him, Mr. Liang. Such cooperation, involving the exchange of research students, allows us to learn from each other’s strengths and push our country’s stem cell field to a world-class level." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Hearing this, Professor Liang hesitated for a moment, and then it felt as if a cold ice pick had pierced his heart, so cold, so painful.

His mouth twitched, trying to say something but could not utter it. Professors Hu Guolin and Song Yun observed the change in Professor Liang’s expression, his facial muscles contorting spasmodically, and they immediately understood what was going on.

They stood up, but Professor Liang gestured for them to sit down with a wave of his hand.

"Chunquan, tell me the truth, is your main purpose for coming back this time to ask for my help in persuading Professor Yang, to reach a cooperation with him in the field of stem cells?"

Zhang Chunquan’s facial expression seemed a bit unnatural.

A hint of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly composed himself and said, "We want to engage in extensive collaboration with domestic laboratories. Professor Yang Ping’s work on stem cells is currently top-notch in China, but there’s still a certain distance from the international top level. We want to help him reach the international pinnacle."

Professor Liang took a deep breath and said to Song Yun, "What is Teacher Luo busy with?"

"Seems like he went to the kitchen; aren’t we having a meal at home today?"

Professor Liang picked up his teacup and took a sip: "No need to trouble yourself, Guolin, please see the guest out, I’m feeling a bit unwell and need to rest."

Hu Guolin also understood what Professor Liang meant, and immediately said to Zhang Chunquan, "Chunquan, the teacher’s old ailment is acting up. Let’s head back to the school and let the teacher rest."

Zhang Chunquan did not expect the teacher’s attitude to change so quickly. He still wanted to explain something, but Professor Liang waved his hand, "Chunquan, let it be, no need to say anything more. People have their own ambitions, let it be this way, and I also wish you all the best in the United States."

Professor Liang got up, his gait unsteady as he walked towards his study. His heart ached at that moment, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Song Yun, keep the teacher company. I’ll see Chunquan out."

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Three months earlier.

Professor Madelan from the Whitehead Laboratory at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology was very angry. Their laboratory was at a world-leading level in the stem cell field, but Yang Ping had easily surpassed them. Yang Ping’s theory on spatial orientation genes was far ahead of all their stem cell research results.

In the biomedical field, stem cells are the high ground of the future. They must occupy this high ground; once it’s lost, the future of the entire biomedical field will lag behind China, and it will directly impact the entire pharmaceutical industry. Centuries of accumulated technological barriers will be toppled because Yang Ping has essentially switched tracks.

"Whatever it takes, you must secure a collaboration with Professor Yang Ping. Based solely on his papers, we cannot master the core of these technologies. If we can reach a collaboration, share data, and then have an in-depth exchange, only then can we obtain their core technology. You must use all your possible resources in China to achieve this collaboration. I’m old now, and you will be the leading figure at MIT in this field, but you must show us your contribution."

"I understand. Actually, things haven’t gone this far, I still have an emotional card to play," Zhang Chunquan wasn’t as anxious as Madelan.

Madelan’s eyes gleamed with excitement, "No matter what, you must secure the collaboration. Without it, even if we get the data, it’s useless. This is an entirely new theory; it will take us a long time to learn and digest this data. It’s like giving you a Boeing airplane; you won’t be able to make one yourself."

"My former teacher at Xiehe, Professor Liang, and I have a very deep relationship, almost like father and son. I can try to use this to my advantage. Chinese people generally cherish old memories, value emotions. If I can find a way to persuade him to convince Yang Ping, the resistance to collaboration will be much less."

"Are you sure they will still remember their bond with you?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll think it through and plan it out. Chinese people value emotions deeply; it’s their weakness. If we can use this effectively, it might indeed be a breakthrough."

"Alright, apart from this deceptive approach, I can’t think of any other better way. BG Company has even resorted to sending spies, but to no effect. Every time I ask their top management, they always make excuses, saying that their people haven’t penetrated the core of the research. The people they send must be top experts in the field like us and need to penetrate the core research to possibly obtain valuable intelligence, otherwise even with the intelligence, it’s useless. We cannot rely on those people, we must take action ourselves, otherwise, if this continues, our research funding will be cut, and this will cause catastrophic consequences."

"I know, I’m confident of securing the collaboration, and I’ve already been laying the groundwork quietly. I won’t directly propose a collaboration, but first will do some other things to gain their trust, and then broach collaboration. That will be much better."