CHAPTER 537: CHAPTER 521: DISPATCH

Vice Dean Jia said awkwardly, "Old Song, what are you thinking? How could I possibly ask you to do such a thing?"

Song Qingyun finally relaxed. As long as it wasn’t that kind of thing, everything else was negotiable.

"So, what exactly do you want me to do? If there’s something, let’s get it over with quickly. You know I’m anxious and need to leave soon."

Vice Dean Jia couldn’t bring himself to say it.

After all these years, he still had a face to save. If he said those words, he would instantly lose stature in front of Song Qingyun.

This isn’t something a person should do.

He originally didn’t want to come, but his nephew forced him.

A man in his forties cried in front of him with tears and a runny nose. As an uncle, should he take responsibility or not?

Handling this matter is hardly something a cultured, respectable intellectual should do; if not handled, Jia Zuo might as well jump off a building.

Vice Dean Jia was caught in a dilemma.

"It’s nothing! It’s nothing! I’ll leave first. You go about your business."

Unable to say anything, Vice Dean Jia left, his face flushed.

Song Qingyun shook his head silently, not understanding what Old Jia was up to.

He pulled him into the office nicely, then left without saying a word.

Song Qingyun took the journal to find Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was not in the dorm; she was in the library looking up information.

She was working hard on organizing all the classic cases from her previous life into detailed surgical materials.

In this way, the country’s medical field could progress faster. After all, decades later, the development of medicine will be vastly different from now.

The research findings from several generations, she hoped more people could learn in advance, and more doctors could disseminate this knowledge, helping patients alleviate pain more quickly.

Some once thought incurable diseases had actually achieved excellent treatment results decades later.

She simply hoped that since she had gained this knowledge in advance, it could help her country’s medical peers accelerate progress and surpass the medical resources of world powers.

Their country’s medical resources are still too lagging.

Even a surgery is a major challenge.

Take neurosurgery as an example.

Their current neurointerventional surgery is still undeveloped, essentially blank, but abroad, experts in this field have long been vigorously promoting it.

That’s the gap.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hopes to shorten this gap.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is immersed in organizing materials in the library.

Song Qingyun naturally couldn’t find her.

Song Qingyun had to return to the office. Jiang Xiaoxiao is hard to pin down; might as well wait until after work to find her at home.

As long as he goes to the old man and lady’s place, finding Jiang Xiaoxiao won’t be hard. Besides, such great news must be shared with them. The old lady will definitely be happy that the Song family has successors.

Song Qingyun was so excited that he couldn’t contain it.

Just as luck would have it.

Song Qingyun received notice on the same day that he had to go to Hai City to attend a medical expert seminar. The dean asked him to go; the medical school was sending three people to exchange there. This seminar happens about every three years, serving as an academic exchange conference. Every year the medical school sends representatives, and Song Qingyun is a regular at these conferences.

Song Qingyun had to go home, pack his luggage, and take a flight directly to Hai City.

Thus the matter was delayed.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was unaware of The Lancet matter; few at school knew either.

Song Qingyun hadn’t had a chance to report to the dean.

Song Qingyun returned to the academy half a month later.

Arriving back at the academy all dusty.

He noticed Jia Zuo was surprisingly in the office opposite his.

Meeting face to face, Song Qingyun was somewhat puzzled—how had Jia Zuo come here?

On this floor, the offices are meant for first-level professors most highly rated teachers, yet in just a few days, Jia Zuo seemed to have achieved this.

Looks like Vice Dean Jia spared no effort.

Despite being surprised, Song Qingyun greeted him with a smile.

If someone has the skill to reach this position, Song Qingyun had nothing to say.

Of course, he didn’t want to delve into whether this first-level professor title was truly deserved.

It didn’t concern him, so why expose others?

He only worried if someone like this became a first-level professor, would the future research outcome be jeopardized? Would it hold back the students under him?

Song Qingyun felt disgusted, like he swallowed a fly.

Jia Zuo appeared somewhat flustered, like a mouse meeting a cat.

"Professor Song, you’re back? You might not know, but the dean wants to see you."

Comforting himself, things were going smoothly, and once Song Qingyun moved, he could be at ease.

"Thank you, Xiao Jia."

Song Qingyun put away his things and went straight to the dean’s office.

Only arrived back home last night, didn’t rest, back to work today.

Song Qingyun was somewhat tense lately, undoubtedly tired.

Dean Zhang, on the phone, indicated for Song Qingyun to wait when he saw him.

Half an hour later.

Dean Zhang finally had time to speak with Song Qingyun.

"Xiao Song, it’s like this: every year, our hospital has an exchange with Miguo’s top medical school. When you were in Hai City studying, the hospital held a meeting. Vice Dean Jia suggested that in previous years we sent junior teachers to lead the learning.

However, the oversight on the students wasn’t enough, so this time he proposed we send you to lead the students, for three years.

The hospital meeting unanimously voted in favor. Since you just came back, you should rest, but you know the students will depart soon, and you have the Miguo visa, you can leave anytime.

I’m just notifying you to prepare for the assignment. This time, you’re taking 40 students. You and Teacher Liu will lead, hoping you all learn real skills there and bring them back to serve our country."

Dean Zhang was also very emotional.

Their country was severely lacking medical talents.

Especially their medical knowledge was outdated, a significant gap with foreign countries, spending a large sum yearly to send students abroad, hoping they learn more advanced medical knowledge to return and serve the nation, changing the backward medical resources.

It’s their collective hope.

Every exchange student’s expenses are covered by the country, including living, tuition, and various fees, hoping they focus on studying and learn better medical knowledge.

When Vice Dean Jia suggested this, Dean Zhang thought it was exaggerating.

But Vice Dean Jia argued that progress in medical technology required more responsibility, and without a knowledgeable leader, even if junior teachers learned, they might not comprehend it well.

Rather than that, send elite talents, especially Old Song at his age.

Just 50, at the prime of life.

To others, 50 might seem nearing retirement.

But for medical experts, retiring at 70 is no big deal.

The older one gets, the richer their experiences, mastering knowledge becomes more effortless.

That’s why veteran doctors are favored, while young doctors aren’t trusted as much.

Thus Dean Zhang agreed.

Song Qingyun agreed.

He seldom got such opportunities every three years because they wanted to cultivate younger successors, but he always wanted to go out and see how advanced foreign medical technology was.

Eager to learn new skills and return to improve the nation’s backward medical resources – it’s a golden opportunity.

Song Qingyun said unequivocally, "Dean, rest assured, once abroad, I will lead students to diligently learn all the knowledge and return to serve our country."

That’s a commitment.