Surgery Godfather-Chapter 540 - 490: Night in Tokyo

The "Digital Human" project of Tokyo University has been developed for more than forty years.

The "Digital Human" built with supercomputers can be said to be the world’s top simulation technology.

Digital Humans are widely applied in medical fields. For instance, in pharmaceutical production, they can use this platform’s unique drug experimental model to simulate human drug trials, obtaining data within a few hours that would otherwise take several years or even decades to obtain. This accelerates the speed of drug research and development greatly.

The primary funding source behind this laboratory is the Fujiwara Family.

After Fujiwara Tani fell ill, professors from Tokyo University Hospital started using this technology for various simulations.

Previous simulation results showed only a ten percent success rate, and the successful cases only appeared late in the simulation.

If this conclusion is applied to reality, doctors would need to perform thousands of surgeries to possibly achieve this ten percent success rate.

Now that Fujiwara Tani’s condition has changed, another round of simulation was performed. Ten thousand times, not one was successful.

At the Mori Hometown hotel, Fujiwara Tani met Yang Ping. He gravely handed Yang Ping a document that has been translated into Chinese.

This document is the conclusion of the supercomputer simulation of the surgery at Tokyo University.

"Doctor Yang, this is the surgical report simulated by Tokyo University’s supercomputer using the Digital Human. I hope it can help you."

No matter the result, Fujiwara Masao doesn’t plan to change the course.

Because the supercomputer also simulated that if no surgery is performed, there is a ninety percent probability of dying within 24 hours due to a hemorrhage from the tumor. There’s a one hundred percent death rate within 72 hours.

So, whether to have the surgery or not, the conclusion is hard to avoid.

Opting for aggressive surgery is also a form of effort.

Yang Ping just casually flicked through the report, then closed it.

"Let’s operate at eight o’clock tonight. This thing has no meaning. A Digital Human cannot simulate a real human, and the case model built using a Digital Human is even more distorted."

Yang Ping doesn’t want to waste his effort by looking at these things.

Fujiwara Masao assumed that Yang Ping would give up the operation after seeing this document. He didn’t expect Yang Ping to seemingly have no reaction to it, not even a ripple.

"Dr. Yang, the supercomputer simulated ten thousand times, and the patient ended up dead in each one."

Takahashi thought Yang Ping should have a look, at least it can provide some reference for the surgery.

Yang Ping waved his hand: "This damn machine is useless."

The thing, produced with an investment of several billion US dollars, was described as a useless piece of junk by him.

Fujiwara Masao was speechless at Yang Ping’s comment.

Yang Ping didn’t mean to belittle it deliberatively, it was just that after performing so many surgeries in the system space, he had a clear understanding of many things and only trusts himself. He really didn’t want to waste time to focus on these things. All he wanted to do was rest quietly and gather his energy. When the time came for surgery, he would focus his mind and complete it at one go.

Fujiwara Masao didn’t know what to say about Yang Ping’s attitude. Since Dr. Yang is the Chief Surgeon, it would seem a bit untrusting if he continued to harp on this matter.

"Then, Doctor Yang, please rest well. The patient will be sent to the operating room on time at eight."

Fujiwara Masao hurriedly bid farewell to Yang Ping and rushed back to the special care ward.

The doctor’s office had already gathered many people, including Professor Ito, Ikeda, Komori, Matsui, and others.

"How is it, what did Dr. Yang say?"

Fujiwara Masao shook his head: "He said, we’ll carry out the surgery as planned."

"Didn’t you let him see the report?"

"I did. He said the simulation from this crappy machine is inconsequential."

Fujiwara Masao could only tell the truth.

Professor Ito was confused: "Did he really say that?"

"Yes, those are his exact words. The plan hasn’t changed, the surgery still starts at eight! The simulation for conservative treatment is also very clear. There is a ninety percent probability of death within 24 hours, one hundred percent death rate within 72 hours. Let’s give it our all."

Originally, Ito was inclined to support the surgery, and he had no doubts about Yang Ping’s operative competence. However, Fujiwara Tani’s current condition is truly baffling.

With Dr. Yang’s knowledge and ability, there must be a reason why he still insists on performing the seemingly reckless surgery.

Absolute surgical contraindication is one thing, but a hundred percent death rate in the supercomputer surgical simulation is another.

Any doctor in the world would definitely give up voluntarily when faced with this outcome.

But he remains indifferent and continues with the surgery.

Is it just to accumulate surgical experience?

Since Fujiwara Masao has already decided, Ito had nothing to say.

"Did he mention a method to stop the bleeding?"

"Continue to replenish clotting factors post-operatively and the blood clotting function will slowly recover within 5-7 days. But we can’t wait even a single night, let alone 5-7 days."

Even as prestigious a professor as Fujiwara at Tokyo University Hospital, he was left dumbfounded by Yang Ping and failed to comprehend why Yang Ping seemed so confident.

It’s absolutely impossible!

Such a headache.

"I have to step out for a bit, you guys wait."

Fujiwara Masao went to have a preoperative talk with his brother, while Mitsui and Komori stayed behind with Professors Ito and Ikeda.

None of them plan to rest tonight. They must observe the whole process of surgery.

Fujiwara Masao met his younger brother in the family rest area of the special care ward.

"How is it?"

Fujiwara Wakan was very anxious.

Fujiwara Masao handed the thick report to his brother: "According to the supercomputer simulation at Tokyo University Hospital, the intraoperative mortality rate is one hundred percent---"

Fujiwara Wakan was extremely disappointed: "How about conservative treatment?"

"The probability of death within 24 hours is ninety percent, and the mortality rate is one hundred percent within 72 hours."

Fujiwara Wakan took a deep breath.

"The family elders agreed not to interfere with the medical plan, what should we do now? I will listen to you, you are the doctor."

Fujiwara Wakan leaned against the chair back, his eyes vacant.

"Given the situation, we have no choice but to perform the surgery. Even if there is no hope, we have tried our best. If we do nothing, we will regret it. A moth’s struggle against the flame is also a testimony of earnestness."

"I agree with your decision, let it be our final attempt!"

"Can the situation--be maintained?"

Fujiwara Masao did not want to ask these things, but after all, they were brothers.

His brother nodded, "I hope Uncle can make it through the night and take charge again, otherwise everything will fall apart."

"Medically, it is already impossible for him to survive tonight," Fujiwara Masao had to reiterate.

Fujiwara Masao saw the tears in his brother’s eyes, he knew that the relationship between his brother and sister with their uncle was just like father and son.

"It’s the inevitable law of life. This time, the supercomputer used nearly all of its computational power, and the human body simulation conducted is the most advanced, most complex, and lifelike in the world today. It failed ten thousand times. This result can almost be considered a fact. I believe that this report has already reached the hands of the family elders and your adversaries. Moreover, they are even more aware of the disease than you and I. So you must be prepared for any unexpected events tonight."

"As a doctor, I don’t want to get involved in these family matters. However, you are my brother and I must remind you. If Uncle’s heart stops beating tonight, according to the family law, you will automatically become the official president and head of the Fujiwara family. If they move against you then, they will be challenging the entire family and the family traditions."

"Knowing the result of the surgery simulation, they will definitely take measures against you before the surgery. At this time, you are at your most vulnerable. Even if they take any measures against you, it will not cause a huge shock. I sometimes wonder, is the family tradition testing the ability of the transitionary leader? I really worry about you, Miyuki and I can’t help you, take care of yourself."

Fujiwara Masao was just a doctor, but his brother was caught in a whirlpool, so he was very nervous.

"Brother, thank you. That’s enough with just your words. We three brothers and sisters were originally abandoned by the Fujiwara family. If it weren’t for Uncle’s cultivation, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I just saw Uncle. During the surgery, I have to handle some things and can’t accompany him. Please take care of him." Fujiwara Wakan sat upright.

"Tokyo will probably not be peaceful tonight, will it?" Fujiwara Masao moved his neck a bit.

Fujiwara Wakan calmly replied: "It will definitely be quiet."

"Let’s go see him again, where is Miyuki, I’ll call her over." Fujiwara Masao picked up his phone.

Across from him, his brother’s face was full of tears. Fujiwara Masao knew that his younger brother’s feelings for their uncle were deeper than anyone else’s.

Miyuki hurried over, her eyes also filled with tears.

"While he is still breathing, let’s go see him one more time."

Fujiwara Masao got up, leading his brother and sister along a corridor of the intensive care ward. Through the glass, they could see their uncle from a distance.

Fujiwara Wakan suddenly stopped.

"Wakan?"

"You guys go ahead, just let me stand here and take one more look."

"What’s wrong, Wakan?"

"Go on---"

Fujiwara Masao didn’t know why his brother had stopped, maybe he was just too upset. So he nodded and continued along the corridor with Miyuki, turning into the intensive care unit through the wind tunnel passageway.

"Goodbye, Uncle. I will certainly become the strongest and lead the Fujiwara family into the future!"

Fujiwara Wakan bowed deeply, taking a while to raise his head again, then he turned around, not looking back, but his face was full of tears.

One scene after another from the past emerged in his mind.

"Get started, strike your sword at me, you bastard!"

"Uncle, your arm is injured."

"This is your best chance to defeat me, don’t be merciful, otherwise, you will fall under the enemy’s sword."

"No, I can’t do this."

"Get up, get up. Since you’ve already engaged in a duel, don’t be merciful. Listen to me, if there’s a day when you can take charge of the Fujiwara family, you will be one of the strongest men in Japan. No one can be your obstacle, including me, and you won’t have friends or relatives, everything will be your chess pieces."

"I can’t do it!"

"You must do it, strike it, strike my injured arm."

Fujiwara Wakan gritted his teeth and brandished his sword, hitting his uncle’s injured arm.

"Uncle, how’s your arm---"

"Very good! You finally overcame your own inner demon. If there’s a day when you must do this, don’t hesitate no matter who it is. Seize the opportunity and draw your sword. Don’t disappoint your uncle."

This was when Fujiwara Wakan was practicing Kendo with his uncle. Fujiwara Wakan never had a chance to win.

One day, his uncle injured his arm, and Fujiwara Wakan was unable to strike his uncle with his sword, which made his uncle furious.

"Uncle, I won’t disappoint you."

"Let me compete with them tonight."

Fujiwara Wakan adjusted his tie, wiped away his tears, and took a deep breath.