Surgery Godfather-Chapter 542 - 492: Tokyo Night (3)

After the disinfection and laying of sheets, Yang Ping washed his hands and stepped onto the stage.

The persistent devilish training in the system space has made his mind extremely mature and strong.

Twenty-four bipolar electrocoagulation tools, with tips ranging from thick to thin, were arranged in a straight line from left to right and laid out on a specialized instrument table.

These bipolar electrocoagulation tools were produced by the best medical equipment company in Japan, designed for the most meticulous surgeries.

Normally, a surgery at Tokyo University Hospital would only require four or five of these tools.

Today, Yang Ping was going to use all twenty-four tools, something unprecedented at Tokyo University Hospital.

The preoperative routine check.

As an essential procedure for every surgery, Yang Ping never perfunctorily concluded it, but always seriously and conscientiously completed the verification.

Looking at the exposed surgical area, Yang Ping adjusted his breathing, holding the scalpel in his right hand and bipolar electrocoagulation in his left; Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang were responsible for exposure.

Report vital signs!

"Heart rate 48 beats / minute, breathing 20 times / minute, blood pressure 122 / 62mmHg, blood oxygen saturation 98%---"

"Are you ready?" Yang Ping asked again.

"We’re ready!" Everyone answered in unison.

"The surgery today is our greatest challenge ever, with the most critical challenge ironically being the most basic skill of a surgeon---hemostasis! Do you still remember my first night in Japan?"

Yang Ping wanted to lighten everyone’s mood.

"Remember, at Yoshiko Residence!" Takahashi answered.

"What’s your most impressive memory of that restaurant?" Yang Ping continued to ask. freewёbnoνel.com

"A three-kilogram fish, cut into five hundred and five slices, each as thin as a cicada’s wing, uniformly thick and thin." Takahashi will always remember Boss Natsume’s superb knife skills.

"Yes, that is the result of constantly challenging oneself. Today, let’s see if we can close thousands and tens of thousands of bleeding points accurately and quickly. Let’s start!"

The scalpel moved, the sharp blade opened the skin, swiftly drew a straight line, and then ended with a stylish finish.

Not too deep, not too superficial, it just cut through the epidermis and dermis.

The two hooks of the first assistant were very nimble, timely pulling apart the cut skin. After they were placed, the second assistant quickly took over to secure the hooks.

The speed of the hands was faster than the speed of bleeding.

The exposed cross sections of the blood vessels on both sides of the skin were about to seep out bright red blood, but before the faint red spots could form, bipolar electrocoagulation swept over them like lightning, one, two, three, four, five---

Each bleeding point required only one electrocoagulation, not more, not less, one by one corresponding, with no omission of bleeding points and no inefficiency, all bleeding points were quickly sealed.

Such quick and precise technique was just like the laser spot welding on a chip assembly line.

The third hook was placed at the place where hemostasis was already done, the first hook that was put in place was loosened, revealing a new section, and bipolar electrocoagulation quickly filled in, leading to another round of precise high-speed checks.

The coordination of the hand-eye-brain of the chief surgeon was at its peak, seeming to know in advance all the bleeding points, and each movement was a sure hit.

The second hook loosened again, and the chief surgeon repeated the hemostasis process.

While the second hook was loosening, it was also immediately looking for a new position.

In this way, hemostasis and exposure were extremely well-coordinated.

Of the three hooks, there’s always one looking for a new position while the other two remained stationary to maintain exposure.

In this alternating, quick coordination.

It was just like juggling, with three balls, at any time, one in the hand and two in the air.

The surgery progressed in this rhythm, which was intentional for Yang Ping, his rhythm not only met the requirements of the surgery, but also took into account the best rhythm for Song Zimo, so that the team could exert the greatest power.

Otherwise, if the rhythm was disrupted, mistakes could happen.

Song Zimo himself could also feel that the chief surgeon could control the rhythm at any time, allowing him to follow smoothly and perform at his fastest speed.

The bleeding points of the skin were perfectly closed.

The metal blade was replaced with a laser blade, ready to cut open the subcutaneous fat layer.

The giant high-definition screen was able to capture even the pores of the skin in the surgical area, with every detail clearly visible.

At this point, everyone saw that when the chief surgeon cut open the epidermis and dermis with a single cut, the epidermis and dermis were completely cut through, and the subcutaneous fat layer remained intact.

In the magnified view, there wasn’t a single bleeding point in the subcutaneous fat layer.

It demonstrated a magnificent knife skill, indicating a high level of control, carrying out actions with extraordinary finesse.

Now, the laser knife was used to open the subcutaneous fat layer.

Under the skin, the loose fat tissue and the web-like blood vessels, the bleeding points could easily recoil and be buried by fat particles.

But this wasn’t a problem, as the bipolar electrocoagulation tool had already been replaced with a second one.

Instead of going for a one-time shape while cutting the subcutaneous fat layer, he chose to cut it in sections.

After opening a section, complete the hemostasis, then open another section, then perform hemostasis again.

With the coordination of the hooks in exposure, the bipolar electrocoagulation was able to clamp the hiding broken ends of the blood vessels through the gaps in the fat particles.

The bleeding points were utterly suppressed in the first round as if they weren’t willing to surrender in this round and would like to escape the killing by the bipolar electrocoagulation.

But it was in vain. The bipolar electrocoagulation tool in the chief surgeon’s hand didn’t give them a chance at all. The broken ends of the blood vessels were firmly clamped wherever they went, contracted, carbonized and closed.

The second layer of hemostasis was executed without a hitch; not a single bleeding point escaped, not even by chance.

Nor did any bleeding points successfully seep crimson blood.

If these bleeding points had consciousness, they would surely feel desperate. None were able to escape the clamp-down of bipolar electrocoagulation.

The third layer is muscle, the blood circulation of which is exceptionally rich, greatly surpassing the skin and subcutaneous layer. Moreover, numerous arteries intertwine in a chaotic mishmash — once given the opportunity, they would spurt out.

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The main screen displayed the surgical field in high-definition and magnified.

Multi-angle camera feeds were arrayed on several auxiliary screens, allowing the observers to view the progress of the surgery from different angles.

Japan’s leading professors stared at the giant screen, feeling an oppressive sensation.

It felt as if they were the bleeding points themselves, choked by bipolar electrocoagulation until they could no longer breathe.

Hemostasis! It would run through the entire surgery.

This god-like surgical technique left all the doctors astounded.

"Ikeda-kun!"

"Ikeda-kun!"

"Ikeda-kun"

"Be quiet!"

"I won’t speak. I just want to confirm. Is this real?"

"Why don’t you bash your head against the wall to find out?"

Ito and Ikeda momentarily fell silent as they continued observing the surgery.

Professor Liang wore a smile. The new generation surpasses the old one. Youth is the world’s future!

He was very gratified. The professor quietly thought to himself that he must nurture this young man well to prevent talent loss.

Seeing a student leave the country and never return wasn’t unusual in this day and age, but Professor Liang had always been bothered by that, thinking he fell short in some way, causing talent drain. Therefore, he was exceptionally careful this time.

The movements on the screen stopped.

The chief surgeon allowed the assistant to pause for a moment to rest. Coordinating such a high-level surgery required significant mental exertion.

From the muscle layer, they would penetrate through the natural crevices and then, along the posterior arch of the atlas and lamina of the axis, they would peel beneath the periosteum.

This way, bleeding could be minimized. At the same time, achieving hemostasis on the posterior arch of the atlas and the lamina of the axis is more difficult than on skin and subcutaneous tissue.

On one screen, a 360-degree panoramic camera presented a full view of the operating room.

"That instrument nurse, Xiao Yang’s girlfriend, whose daughter is she? Every time there’s a big surgery, she assists Xiao Yang. They are the perfect pair. The only problem is, both doing this job, who will take care of the children in the future?"

Professor Liang pointed at the nurse on the screen who was currently sorting out the instruments.

Professor Su smiled: "No problem, no problem. If anything happens, the mother-in-law can retire early and help look after the child."

Upon hearing this, Professor Liang turned to look at Professor Su: "Do you know the girl?"

Realizing he accidentally leaked confidential information, Professor Su quickly changed the subject:

"Well yes, don’t you know her too?"

Professor Liang continued observing the screen, "This girl must be the daughter of someone in our circle."

"Old Su, doesn’t she look a bit like you?" Professor Qin already understood the relationship between Xiao Su and Professor Su.

Back when they were preparing to poach Yang Ping’s team, the relevant departments had already fully investigated Yang Ping’s team.

However, Old Su, cunning and crafty as he is, played innocent. Without thorough investigation, Professor Qin would still be in the dark.

No wonder he wasn’t in a rush, and there was no news from Nandu Affiliated Hospital One when Xiehe and 301 Hospitals were aggressively poaching.

So that’s it! No matter where they move to, he would still be their father-in-law.

Why does he always get a head start in everything?

Professor Qin thought to himself.

"Oh, really? Really? You know, now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance," Professor Liang responded with interest.

Xiao Su resembled her mother, but sometimes children are like that – at first glance, they look like the mother but upon closer inspection, they resemble the father.

"This young lady’s surname is Su too?" Professor Qin continued probing.

At this point, Professor Su blushed a little: "You know this too?"

"Oh, is it? Her surname is Su too?" Professor Liang hadn’t caught on.

Xiehe and 301 hospitals differed from military hospitals; they wouldn’t conduct such detailed investigations on Yang Ping.

"It won’t be long before Professor Su will invite us to a wedding," Professor Qin hinted without revealing everything.

Professor Liang became even more curious: "Oh? When is Nanchen getting married? Has a date been set?"

"He’s marrying off his daughter!" Professor Qin revealed.

Professor Liang was well-acquainted with Su Nanchen but he didn’t know Professor Su’s daughter.