NovelBonte Chapter 1383 Elite Class
Chapter 1383 Elite Class
Chapter 1383 Sanbo Elite Class
At 6:30 a.m. on Monday, Yang Ping had just come out of the lab when his phone rang. It was Dean Xia.
"At this hour?" Yang Ping's heart skipped a beat. He answered the phone, and Dean Xia's familiar voice came from the other end: "Professor Yang, where are you?"
"Just came out of the lab."
"I'm at your office door." Dean Xia paused. "I'll be waiting for you for a while. A guest wants to see you."
Yang Ping was taken aback. A guest? What kind of guest would warrant Dean Xia personally accompanying and waiting for them?
He quickened his pace toward his office, turned the corner in the corridor, and saw Dean Xia standing at the door of his office in the distance. He was dressed in a sharp gray suit, holding a cell phone in his hand, talking to someone next to him.
Two people were standing nearby. One was a young man who looked like a secretary, around thirty years old, wearing a black suit and carrying a briefcase, standing ramrod straight; the other was in his fifties, thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a dark gray jacket, with a composed demeanor.
Yang Ping took a few steps closer and recognized him.
It was Director Zhou from the Ministry of Health.
"Professor Yang!" Dean Xia saw him, smiled, and waved, "Come here quickly, Director Zhou has been waiting for you for ages."
Director Zhou had already turned around, taken a few steps forward, and extended his hand: "Professor Yang, I apologize for disturbing you. I hope my early arrival hasn't interfered with your work?"
Yang Ping shook hands: "Director Zhou, you're too kind." He took out his keys and opened the door.
"Professor Yang, did you just come out of the lab? So early." Director Zhou entered the room and looked around.
Yang Ping smiled and gestured for them to sit down: "I'm used to it. The mornings are quiet, which is good for thinking." He turned to make tea, but Director Zhou quickly stopped him: "Professor Yang, don't bother. Let's sit down and chat for a bit. We have important business to discuss today."
Yang Ping sat down on the sofa and looked at Director Zhou.
Director Zhou didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "Professor Yang, I've come here with an idea."
He took a document from his secretary and handed it to Yang Ping: "This is the latest assessment report on the development of our country's medical talent pool. The data isn't very good." He paused, his tone becoming serious. "There are many young doctors, tens of thousands of whom graduate from medical school every year, but not many can take on major responsibilities. Even fewer can independently perform complex surgeries, lead teams, or conduct clinical research."
Yang Ping took the report and flipped through a few pages. The report was thick, A4 size, a good seventy or eighty pages long, filled with dense tables and data, some parts circled in red pen. He turned to a page with a chart showing the age distribution of department heads in top-tier hospitals across the country. In the column for the percentage of those under forty, many provinces were blank.
He closed the report and looked at Director Zhou.
Director Zhou moved forward a bit, his expression becoming serious as he looked directly at Yang Ping: "Professor Yang, the ministry wants to conduct a pilot program to select the best young doctors from all over the country and bring them together on several top platforms for intensive, systematic training. Sanbo is our first choice for cooperation."
Yang Ping didn't say anything.
Director Zhou continued, “We will not adopt a broad-based approach, but rather a selective training program. Every year, we will select a group of young doctors around 30 years old from all provinces across the country who have more than five years of clinical experience and are already key personnel in their respective units, and send them here for three years of full-time training. The goal is to cultivate them into academic leaders and technical leaders in their respective provinces for the next ten years.”
Yang Ping was silent for a moment, then tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa and asked, "How many people?"
"The first phase, thirty people."
"Where are they from?"
“All provinces across the country have quotas,” Director Zhou said. “Tibet, Xinjiang, Qinghai, and Ningxia each have quotas. The developed eastern provinces have fewer quotas, while the central and western provinces have more. What we are doing is not adding icing on the cake, but providing timely help in times of need.”
Yang Ping nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "That's the right idea. Good seedlings can't just grow in fertile soil. Children from poor areas need opportunities even more."
Director Zhou smiled: "Professor Yang understands me, that's why I came to you." He paused, his tone tinged with anticipation, "Would you be willing to take this on?"
Yang Ping looked at him calmly: "You came all this way just to ask me if I'm willing?"
Director Zhou nodded: "That's why."
Yang Ping asked, "What benefits would I get?"
Director Zhou paused for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Professor Yang, what are you doing..." He shook his head, his smile both helpless and frank, "You really are a very direct person."
Yang Ping waved his hand and laughed, "Just kidding, please get to the important matter."
Director Zhou's smile faded, and he said seriously, "The Ministry's idea is that Sanbo will be responsible for designing and implementing the training program, while we will be responsible for selecting personnel, ensuring funding, and coordinating policies. The trainees will undergo three years of full-time training, during which their salaries and benefits will remain unchanged, and the training expenses will be covered by special funds from the Ministry. After the training, they will be required to return to their original units to serve for at least ten years. After ten years, they can move freely between units."
Yang Ping asked, "What are the training objectives?"
Director Zhou said, "They should be able to independently perform level four surgeries in their specialty, lead teams, conduct clinical research, and become academic leaders in their respective regions. What we want is not for them to publish more papers, but for them to be able to truly make a difference when they return."
Yang Ping nodded and then asked, "How are the trainees selected?"
Director Zhou said, "Each province will make recommendations, and the ministry will organize experts to conduct interviews and examinations. You can set the standards. During the interviews, if you feel that someone is not up to par, you can eliminate them directly. We are looking for truly promising talents, not people with connections."
Yang Ping was silent for a while: "Teaching students is not about teaching skills, it's about planting seeds. If you plant one today, it may grow into a tree in ten years."
He turned to look at Director Zhou: "I need to think about it."
Director Zhou nodded: "Of course, give me a call anytime you've thought it over." He stood up, about to take his leave, when he suddenly asked, "Professor Yang, may I visit your research institute? I've heard that you have a particularly good system for training young doctors, and I'd like to see it for myself."
Yang Ping glanced at Dean Xia, who nodded.
Yang Ping said, "Okay, I'll show you around."
The group left the office, and Director Zhou walked slowly, glancing around as he went. He saw three young doctors huddled around a computer in an office, discussing something while looking at a CT scan. One of them was drawing a diagram on a piece of paper.
As he walked to the middle of the corridor, Director Zhou suddenly stopped.
He pointed to a sign on the wall and asked, "What is this?"
Yang Ping glanced at it. It was an honor roll, framed in dark brown wood, with rows of photos pasted inside. Below each photo were the names and whereabouts of the students. The title of the honor roll was four large, gold-embossed characters: "A Garden Full of Talented Students."
“These are people who came from our research institute,” Yang Ping said.
Director Zhou approached and looked at the photos one by one. The faces in the photos were all young; some were wearing doctoral gowns, some were wearing surgical scrubs, and some were standing on a lecture platform. Under each photo was written the name, graduation year, and current workplace.
Director Zhou looked at them for a long time, then turned to Yang Ping and asked, "Professor Yang, were all these people trained by you?"
Yang Ping nodded: "Some were taught directly by me, and some were taught by students. We have a rule here that everyone who goes out must leave a photo here as a memento."
Director Zhou turned back and continued looking. He saw a name followed by "Guandu Hospital, Nanqiao County, Nandu Province".
“This is… Li Min?” He pointed to one of the names. “A National Outstanding Doctor?”
Yang Ping nodded: "Yes, he is now able to work independently in the township hospital."
Director Zhou looked at him for a long time, then turned around and looked at Yang Ping with more respect in his eyes: "Professor Yang, you are not just training doctors, you are training a generation."
Yang Ping shook his head: "It's not that exaggerated, I'm just doing my part."
“It’s no exaggeration.” Director Zhou pointed to the honor roll. “After these people started their own practice, each of them had a group of students. You do the math, how many people are there in total? They are scattered all over the country, and each of them can train a group of people, passing it down from generation to generation. This is the inheritance of medicine.” Yang Ping didn’t speak, his gaze fixed on the honor roll.
At the end of the corridor, there was a large classroom with its door open, and it was full of people.
Director Zhou peeked inside and saw that the room was full of young doctors, dozens of them, packed tightly together. A young doctor, in his early thirties, was standing on the platform, speaking to someone while a spinal CT scan was projected onto the screen.
Yang Ping whispered, "This is a weekly case discussion, attended by everyone in the institute. They organize it themselves and discuss it on their own."
Director Zhou stood at the door and listened for a while.
They were explaining a complex case inside, going through it in detail and slowly. After explaining each point, the young man on the stage would ask, "Did you understand? Raise your hand if you didn't."
If someone raises their hand, he stops and explains again. After he finishes, he asks, "Is there anything you don't understand?" He only continues explaining when everyone nods.
Director Zhou watched for a few minutes, then quietly withdrew.
He said to Yang Ping, "Professor Yang, I understand now."
Yang Ping looked at him.
Director Zhou said, "I understand why the people you train here are so outstanding. It's not because of the good equipment, nor because they are smart, but because you people are truly teaching. You genuinely treat them as students, not as laborers."
Yang Ping was silent for a moment, then said, "Actually, it all comes down to the system. A good system can turn 'teaching' into something that everyone is willing to do and eager to do. Here, teaching students is not a task, it's an honor. Whoever teaches outstanding students is proud."
Director Zhou nodded: "This idea is correct."
After visiting the research institute, Director Zhou shook Yang Ping's hand before leaving and said, "Professor Yang, I'll wait for your news. Whether you answer it or not, I'll understand."
Yang Ping nodded: "I will give you an answer within three days."
Three days later, Yang Ping dialed Director Zhou's number.
"Director Zhou, I've made up my mind. Sanbo will take on this project."
On the other end of the phone, Director Zhou visibly breathed a sigh of relief, his voice tinged with laughter: "That's great, Professor Yang. When shall we discuss the details?"
Yang Ping said, "If it's convenient for you, it can be done this week."
Director Zhou said, "I'll fly to Nanjing tomorrow."
One month later, the first phase of the "National Medical Talent Training Program - Sanbo Elite Class" was officially launched.
The launch ceremony was held in the academic lecture hall of Sanbo Hospital, which can accommodate 300 people and was packed to capacity that day. In addition to the 30 trainees, there were also hospital leaders, department directors, teaching staff, and media reporters who came after hearing the news.
Thirty trainees sat in the front row, all around the same age, in their early thirties; their backgrounds varied, some from top-tier hospitals in the provincial capital, some from municipal hospitals, and some even from county-level hospitals. But they had one thing in common: they were all promising talents being groomed by their respective institutions, and they all came with a mission.
Director Zhou personally attended the event, stood on the podium, and gave a speech to the trainees to start the training program.
He said, "You are thirty people selected from across the country, chosen from thousands of candidates. You are the seeds of Chinese medicine for the next decade." His voice was not loud, but it carried great weight, and the entire lecture hall fell silent.
"What you have learned in Sanbo over these three years should be transformed into seeds that take root and sprout in your respective places. In ten or twenty years, I want to see each of you able to hold up your own sky."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the young faces below the stage: "You're not here to get a resume, you're here to improve your skills. These three years will be tough. But I believe that three years from now, you'll thank yourselves for who you are today."
Applause erupted from the audience.
Yang Ping stood below the stage, looking at the thirty young faces. Some of them looked nervous, while others were full of anticipation.
After the launch ceremony, Yang Ping led the trainees into the conference room for their first class meeting.
The conference room wasn't large; it filled just enough for thirty people. Yang Ping stood on the podium, looking at the thirty people below, and said, "Welcome to Sanbo. These three years will be tough."
No one spoke in the audience, but someone quietly swallowed.
Yang Ping continued, "Surgery supervision, case discussions, literature reviews, and skills assessments—nothing will be omitted. There's a small test every week, a major test every month, and a comprehensive evaluation every quarter. Those who fail are eliminated."
He paused, looking at the audience: "If you have any questions, you can withdraw now. No one will laugh at you. This is your last chance."
No one moved; the thirty people sat there motionless.
Yang Ping nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes: "Alright, then I'll say the second point. These three years, you're not here to work for Sanbo; you're here to develop your own skills. So, you don't need to help us write medical records, run errands, or do odd jobs. The only thing you need to do is learn. What you learn is yours, and no one can take it away from you."
Some people in the audience quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Ping added, “Thirdly, for these three years, you should watch whatever the teachers do and learn whatever they teach. If you have any questions, ask them anytime. Ask them ten times, a hundred times, it doesn’t matter. Thoroughly digest and absorb everything the teachers teach. We’re not afraid of you asking questions, we’re afraid you won’t ask.”
He scanned the audience: "Any other questions?"
A young man in the back row raised his hand. He had dark skin, bright eyes, and wore a faded shirt with the cuffs neatly rolled up.
Yang Ping gestured for him to stand up: "Go on."
The young man stood up, his voice a little nervous: "Professor Yang, my name is Tashi, and I'm from Changdu, Tibet. I'd like to ask, after we finish this course, will we be able to use it when we go back home?"
Yang Ping looked at him gently: "Where are you from?"
The young man said, "Changdu, Tibet."
What is the altitude of Chamdo?
"Three thousand and two."
"Can you perform spinal surgery there?"
Tashi hesitated for a moment and then shook his head: "Not yet. Our hospital doesn't have a spinal surgery department, only general surgery and orthopedics. The orthopedics department can only perform simple fracture surgeries. Spinal patients have to be transferred to Lhasa, which is more than a thousand kilometers round trip."
Yang Ping said, "Then you'll be able to do it after you finish learning it."
Zaxi paused for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Yang Ping said, "This is the significance of this project. It's not about keeping you in big cities and big hospitals. It's about letting you go back to where you came from, to perform surgeries that others can't perform, and to treat diseases that others can't treat. After you go back, you should build a spinal surgery department in Changdu. So that the people of Changdu won't have to travel a thousand kilometers to get medical treatment anymore."
The audience fell silent.
After a while, Zaxi stood up and bowed deeply to Yang Ping: "Thank you, Professor Yang."
Yang Ping waved his hand: "Sit down, no need to thank me. The hard times haven't even started yet. Just don't scold me when the time comes."
A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, lightening the atmosphere somewhat.