Surgery Godfather

Chapter 1219: The Story of the Little Water Droplet_2


With the scratching sound of pencils on notebooks, Adams calculated one page of paper, then slid off and recalculated, repeating this many times.

Finally, he realized the difficulty of this problem. It couldn't be solved in half an hour; aside from mathematical and physics knowledge, he also needed medical knowledge, which he currently lacked. He had to log into some websites to consult literature, otherwise, the problem couldn't be analyzed further.

Adams blushed and said, "Sorry, Professor Yang, this problem is really too complex. You've mentioned that it has stumped many mathematicians and physicists. I think I should treat it cautiously; it's impossible to solve it within half an hour. Of course, please believe, I will definitely be able to solve this problem. How about this, so as not to waste your time, you go back first and I'll call you once I've solved the problem, alright?"

"Alright then, no rush, take your time calculating. I believe you can solve this problem." Yang Ping stood up and bid farewell to him.

Outside the International Medical Center, Dr. Li said, "Isn't this easy? How could raindrops break through a person's skull on a rainy day?"

Yang Ping laughed and said, "You underestimate mathematicians. Their ways of solving problems are different from yours. Many things that are common in mathematics have been resolved by many mathematicians with tremendous effort, some even took thousands of years to solve."

"Your trick really worked, otherwise he would have gone on forever, one problem after another, all getting stuck on trivial things." Dr. Li was intimidated by his questioning.

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Early the next morning, the director and the head nurse of the International Medical Center took turns calling Yang Ping, saying that Adams actually stayed up all night calculating some difficult problem.

Yang Ping knew he would earnestly solve problems, but didn't expect him to be so devoted, to the extent of pulling an all-nighter. His physical condition was extremely poor at the moment; staying up all night like this could easily lead to problems, and it's during the experimental period now; such an all-nighter could also interfere with the experiment results.

Yang Ping hurried to the International Medical Center, and from a distance heard Adams shouting: "I've calculated it, quickly notify Professor Yang."

When Yang Ping arrived at the ward, A4 paper was everywhere, on the bed, sofa, and floor. His wife had gone to a nearby stationery store by the hospital to buy several reams of A4 paper to assist him with drafting.

Adams was sitting on the floor, with a thick stack of draft paper on the coffee table, curtains were pulled open, and the morning sunlight streamed in. His bloodshot eyes looked very spirited.

"Professor Yang, I've calculated it, look, here's my modeling, here are London's climate data, here's the air data, here are the data on the human skull, this is the United Kingdom, here's my calculation process, these are variables, and these are constants. I've calculated it; this is the final result, this is the energy of the water drops, and this is the skull's bearing capacity. This is the comparison of the two..." Adams showed it to Yang Ping.

My goodness, aside from the large amount of draft paper to discard, his formal calculation process used over a hundred sheets of A4 paper, making the whole calculation process clear and transparent.

His wife might have already been used to his state, hence she didn't have any look of dislike. She merely assisted him quietly to tidy up the scattered draft paper, while the nurse helped him to sit on the sofa and took his temperature and blood pressure.

Yang Ping didn't look closely at the entire process of solving the problem, of course, might also not understand it, but its presentation of tidiness and orderliness was commendable; the English letters looked as if they were printed, very clear and exceedingly beautiful—this was a mathematician's calculation process.

"Can we sit down and talk now?" Adams asked.

After the nurse had left, Yang Ping sat down and said, "Actually after you have solved this problem, you should understand, pure theoretical and practical problems often have different approaches. For example, this problem, the final result is actually quite simple: even if it rains every day, standing in the rain won't get your skull pierced through by raindrops."

Adams thought about it, and it seemed to be so. Yet, he didn't consider it from this aspect. His thinking was to use rigorous mathematical and physical methods to deduce results, and ultimately arrived at the same conclusion—this raindrop won't pierce through the skull, and he established a complex function, with different outcomes under different conditions.

For example, the impact of temperature: sometimes a drop of water would form into ice in mid-air, sometimes it would remain a drop of water, sometimes it would completely evaporate in mid-air. But the final outcome, regardless of the situation, it wouldn't pierce through the skull.

"I want to tell you, medicine is a science with a strong practical element; it differs from mathematics. Using medical thinking to solve mathematical problems won't work, and similarly, solving medical problems entirely with pure mathematics won't work either. As for the issues you raised and the various worries in your mind, I can understand, but as an outsider, you only need to know that this laboratory method already has successful cases, and that's enough."

"Similarly, like the water drop problem, I'm not a mathematician, nor a physicist. I only need to know it won't pierce through my skull, that I can walk in the rain, and that's enough. I don't need to deduce it, nor can I deduce it like you. My knowledge reserve doesn't support me to do that."

"In regards to K Therapy, you only need to know it's the sole method that can save you. You don't need to figure out all the details; your knowledge reserve doesn't support you in doing so. Do you understand what I mean?"

"In mathematics, I'm an outsider; in medicine, you're an outsider. Our respective knowledge reserves don't support us to deeply understand each other, but that doesn't hinder you from being an excellent mathematician or me from being an excellent doctor."

Adams' bloodshot eyes stared at Yang Ping, and after a moment, he finally nodded convincingly. It was so, he couldn't get caught up in such meaningless entanglement.

"So what you need to do now is cooperate with me, rest well, to get the best treatment outcome. You always want to delve into analyzing certain things, but this doesn't bring you any benefit. On the contrary, it gives you substantial troubles, accelerates your heart rate, increases your blood pressure, causes insomnia and anxiety. This will only interfere with experimental data and weaken the treatment effect. We need you to relax, rest, let the body's immune system reach its optimal state, understood?"

"If I also agonized over whether raindrops would hit me like you do, I would be overwhelmed by various anxieties every day, utterly unable to work normally."

Yang Ping comforted him, believing after a whole night of calculations, he should have understood some principles.

"I agree with your view; you're absolutely right. K Therapy, like raindrops, is my sole hope. I must go all out to cooperate with the doctor without getting entangled in endless detail. This isn't a mathematical problem; I don't need to concern myself with its details, and I lack the capacity to understand them. It needs a lot of medical knowledge."

Finally, Adams came to his senses.

"Exactly, that's it. So now, tidy up the room, get a good sleep, make up for last night's missing sleep. I hope as time goes by, you'll become our good news like other volunteers." Yang Ping stood up.

Adams tightly grasped his hand and said, "Thank you, Professor Yang. This isn't a mathematical problem; it's a medical issue. You're the expert; I'm simply an outsider, no different from the average person. I don't need to get caught up in the details. Rest assured, I won't do this again."

"Yes, rest well. Time will deliver us good news." Yang Ping encouraged him.

Actually, among patients, the best adherence is those with advanced knowledge; the worst adherence is also those with advanced knowledge. Some people always use their limited medical knowledge to challenge a professional doctor, which is an immature behavior that's actually very arrogant.

"Goodbye, Professor Yang, I'll wait for good news."

"Goodbye, there certainly will be."

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