Surgery Godfather-Chapter 1788 - 1265: Claiming Credit

Inside the office, Yang Ping rubbed his temples, preparing to wrap up the day’s work, when the office door was gently tapped.

"Come in!"

The door wasn’t locked, and was slowly pushed open as Zhang Lin’s head poked inside. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Professor? Are you busy? There’s something important to report!" Zhang Lin’s face was full of excitement and mystery, with a bit of a "claiming credit" vibe.

Yang Ping raised his hand, signaling him to come in.

Zhang Lin slipped inside, closed the door gently, and quickly walked over to Yang Ping’s desk, slightly leaning forward and lowering his voice, as if about to share some earth-shattering secret— a classic broadcasting gesture, one Yang Ping was all too familiar with.

"Professor, something big happened! This afternoon, guess what?" He deliberately teased, eyes sparkling as he looked at Yang Ping.

Something big was happening! Another classic Zhang-style shocker. Yang Ping remained silent, calmly watching him, waiting for the details.

Seeing the professor unmoved, Zhang Lin had to continue his performance with gusto. He vividly and exaggeratedly recounted the "heart-stopping" encounter in the laboratory that afternoon — how he sharply detected the anomaly in the corner, immediately recognized the besieged Dean Xia and the distinguished "mysterious leader," and cleverly used the excuse of being a "secret observer" to bluff the stubborn researcher Xiao Chen, successfully defusing a crisis that could have led to a "diplomatic disaster" without revealing the leader’s real identity.

"Professor! You should have seen Dean Xia then, face as red as a cooked shrimp, and the leader had a bit of trouble getting off the stage initially, with an awkward smile plastered across their face. Dr. Chen was shouting to call security; the situation was quite critical." Zhang Lin gestured exaggeratedly, his tone dramatic, almost spitting as he spoke, "At the crucial moment, it was me who remained calm and saved the day!"

Yang Ping listened, his face unchanged, yet he felt a trace of emotion inside. This indicated that the leader and Dean Xia valued him greatly, fearing interference with his work or causing him pressure, which led them to resort to this so-called secret investigation method— who would’ve thought the process would be so eventful.

From this incident, among other things, Zhang Lin’s adaptability and storytelling skill were indeed exceptional.

"And then?" Yang Ping asked indifferently.

"And then? It got even more magical!" Zhang Lin straightened his back, his face lighting up, launching into the climax of today’s report, "The leader somehow recognized me. I was baffled— how could such a senior leader know a nobody like me? Later, I learned that during the secret inspection in the lab, they likely watched me through the glass wall while I was giving a talk— not really a talk, at that time I was sharing learning insights with everyone in the office area over there, many Doctors asking me about this ’Surgical Hook Science.’ The leader might have seen this scene from afar, saying my presentation was passionate, and the audience showed strong interest, saying I not only had scientific enthusiasm but also the ability to express myself— insisting on taking me and Dean Xia to the office for tea and chat."

Yang Ping’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, curious as to why those doctors at the Institute would have an interest in Zhang Lin’s hooking skills.

Zhang Lin seemed to have noticed Yang Ping’s confusion, promptly supplementing with an explanation: "Actually, they mainly wanted to know how I captured the gaps in international research, asking me to provide some ideas. With everyone so eager, as a colleague at the Institute, I couldn’t just keep it to myself, so I had to throw out some modest experiences."

"Go on..." Not wanting to hear the explanation, Yang Ping, without needing to say more, could already imagine the lively scene when Zhang Lin broadcasted some gossip news back then.

Spitting passion and gesturing wildly, Zhang Lin continued, "My goodness, you wouldn’t believe Dean Xia’s expression back then, almost slicing me up with his gaze! Furiously trying to signal me to find an excuse to leave. But the leader wouldn’t let me! The leader, in high spirits, kept probing me left and right— I couldn’t just leave since it wouldn’t be polite, and at that moment, I represented not just myself, but the entire Institute. So, I thought, even if it meant climbing mountains and descending into fires, I couldn’t let the Institute lose face."

"The leader asked what I specialized in and then some technical details." Zhang Lin patted his chest, his face filled with confidence, "I answered fluently, professor! Whatever the leader asked, I explained it clearly and thoroughly with not a hint of hesitation or fluff! I always keep what you teach in class at heart, so answering these questions was a breeze — rest assured, professor, I didn’t disgrace the Institute."

The more he talked, the more animated he became, as if he had just completed a perfect academic defense: "The leader was nodding repeatedly, full of praise, personally commended me as a rare talent, solid in basic theory, knowledgeable in cutting-edge progress, and even said our Sanbo Research Institute was full of hidden talents. But I know I’m no talent; I’m aware of my own worth— under normal circumstances, I would definitely clarify I’m not a talent. But at that moment, representing the entire Institute, I refrained from modesty and showcased when needed."

Zhang Lin deliberately repeated each phrase of praise from the leader, especially emphasizing the words "rare talent," biting the words with particular weight. His eyes looked eagerly at Yang Ping, his face clearly communicating: "Professor, praise me, be proud of me."