Surgery Godfather-Chapter 543 - 493: Tokyo Night (Part 4)

"Marrying off a daughter?"

Professor Liang became more and more interested.

Just as Professor Su was contemplating how to respond appropriately, the surgery on the screen resumed and everyone immediately abandoned the discussion to watch the operation.

The third layer was the muscle. The delicate dissection proceeded along the natural intermuscular spaces. Carefully, the muscles were parted without any tearing of blood vessels.

Two hooks were accurately inserted, and the operating space was quickly formed. The laser knife began to peel off the muscle attachment to the bone surface.

Some tiny blood vessels pass from the muscle attachment into the bone. These vessels are not abundant but difficult to handle. Once severed, they retract into the bone, making hemostasis challenging.

This is not a problem when blood clotting function is normal.

The blood vessels in this area are typically tiny and would quickly clot themselves even if they retract, posing no threat to the operation.

However, with impaired blood clotting function, the self-coagulation capacity is reduced, and the retracted vessels cannot clot on their own for a long time, making bleeding a massive threat to the surgery.

The chief surgeon’s bipolar electrocoagulation was incredibly domineering. freewёbnoνel.com

Seizing the very moment the blood vessel ruptured and before it could retract, they accurately clamped the cut end of the vessel and successfully completed the electrocoagulation hemostasis.

The knife tip adhered truly to the bone surface, separating the muscle from the posterior arch of the atlas and the lamina of the axis without any bleeding. No trace of residual soft tissue was left on the bone surface.

The muscles were now peeled off, allowing for the bone surface to be windowed.

With the cooperation of a drill, osteotome, and an electric saw, a hole was made in the bone, and the edges of the hole were smeared with bone wax for hemostasis.

Like a layer of coating, the bone wax securely sealed the bone surface, leaving no trace of bleeding.

One after another, the bipolar electrocoagulation was replaced. Different layers required different models of bipolar electrocoagulation, maximizing the efficacy of the surgical tools.

After passing through the hole in the bone to enter the spinal canal and cranium, the densely packed blood vessels and nerves were delicately pulled apart, while the vessels that needed to be ligated and cut were preemptively dealt with.

The layers of membrane were gradually opened as the surgery delved deeper.

The flurry of bipolar electrocoagulation for hemostasis gave all the observing doctors a renewed understanding of hemostasis and bipolar electrocoagulation.

Could it really be done this way?

Could one really achieve this?

Amidst a wave of incredulous amazement, the medulla oblongata and upper spinal cord were finally revealed.

Up to this point, hemostasis was perfect. Not a single overlooked spot led to visible bleeding.

The operative field was squeaky clean, making it hard to imagine that the surgery was being performed with impaired clotting function.

Everyone understood that this was just the beginning; the real difficulty of hemostasis would arise after cutting open the medulla oblongata and upper cervical spinal cord.

Then, the operating space would be small, the surgical vision deep, the nerve nuclei densely packed, the tumor adhered to surrounding tissues, blood vessels crisscrossed, and bipolar electrocoagulation would become hesitant due to these challenges.

——

Yang Ping stopped again.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang needed to rest to maintain rhythm.

Just like swimming, it was important to take a breath now and then.

Fujiwara Masao and Miyuki were always accompanying in the operating room, and Miyuki’s emotions were extremely complicated.

Fujiwara Tani was her closest relative, and Yang Ping was the man she loved the most. Although Yang Ping already had someone else in his heart, that did not hinder Miyuki’s unrequited love for him.

The man she loved the most was performing surgery on her dearest relative.

The surgery was not halfway done yet, and Miyuki had lost count of how many times she had secretly been watching Yang Ping.

But his girlfriend was right there.

Even Takahashi couldn’t stand it, but it wasn’t suitable for him to intervene.

Yang Ping was completely engrossed in the operation and didn’t care about anything else.

"Let’s have a rest."

Yang Ping said to Xiao Su, who was again adjusting the instruments.

Xiao Su reorganized the bipolar electrocoagulation tools following their use. After using some models in the cranium and spinal canal, which were no longer needed, she moved them elsewhere.

Then she rearranged the remaining ones according to the surgical steps.

"I’m fine,"

Xiao Su said.

Yang Ping knew that everyone had to keep up with the rhythm and avoid mistakes, which required high concentration. That’s why everyone was working hard.

——

In the conference room, the doctors also relaxed their minds for a moment, taking a break.

Watching this type of surgery was taxing – the screen was too clear, showing the texture of human tissues and all the details clearly, so concentration was intensely maintained.

Ikeda and Ito were huddled together.

I’ve been a doctor all my life and I’ve never seen such hemostatic skills. You can’t achieve this without practicing every day. I guess they were just taken aback, the two old men haven’t spoken for a while.

Ito’s bald head was drenched with sweat.

Ikeda, on the fat side, was sitting in his chair, having a hard time moving.

He even suspected he had a stroke, but at least he wasn’t paralyzed.

In the high-definition camera which enlarged the surgery area, there was no sign of bleeding. The quality of this type of hemostasis, I’ve it for the first time in my life.

Ah! The Chinese are still amazing!

Ikeda had to admit.

"Professor Ikeda, do you think this surgery will be successful?" Ito began to doubt the supercomputer’s simulation.

Ikeda wasn’t sure either, after all, the surgery is still in the peripheral zone, hasn’t reached the core area yet.

It’s like the special force’s decapitation operation hasn’t yet entered the city, it’s too early to say whether it will succeed. But the demonstrated hemostatic skills, that’s truly divine.

"Did those professors from Tokyo University arrive?"

"They must have. After forty years of dedication, at least they should adjust their theories according to today’s surgery results, right?"

Ikeda looked to another side, a few professors from Tokyo University sitting there with serious expressions.

During the break, Professor Liang continued on the previous topic: "Professor Su, getting your daughter married? When? Is the son-in-law a doctor too?"

Professor Su didn’t know how to respond: "Soon, soon. Yes, yes, where’s the restroom? I’ll be back soon."

So, Professor Su had to slip away, fearing that Professor Qin wouldn’t let him off.

"Ah——Ah——This is——"

Watching Professor Su’s retreating figure, Professor Qin shook his head: "Old Liang, we’ll soon find out who this old fox’s son-in-law is, we are all kept in the dark by him."

He felt that it’s better not to reveal, after all, they don’t want people to know yet, it’s kind of a personal secret, taunting indirectly is one thing, but revealing their secret is not interesting.

Professor Qin was indeed a little unhappy, All the good things are his.

How did he, Su Qingyun, manage to get such a good guy to become his son-in-law?

If back then, I agreed to go to 301, put on the military uniform, maybe he might have become my, old Qin’s, son-in-law right now.

Thinking about the Golden Knife Award, the champions and runners-up all belong to the Su family, taking up half of the fame and glory, the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he feels.

The two of them are usually competing, always fighting for whatever they can.

Su Nanchen, Song Yun and a group of young doctors gathered together, those young doctors who lost in the Golden Knife Award, now feel like the gap is just getting larger and larger.

Old Cheng and Huang Jiacai had a full meal. Old Cheng, a big eater, was still eating till he was stuffed.

"Are you from China?"

A curly-haired Tokyo University professor asked Old Cheng.

Old Cheng nodded, looking suspiciously at the Japanese curly-haired professor.

The professor asked, "Are you with that chief surgeon?"

Old Cheng nodded again, did he eat too much earlier and looked sloppy, and lost dignity.

"I’m just a chef, his chef."

Old Cheng remembered when he was in Malaysia, the Germans and British thought he was a chef, so he instantly said he was a chef.

"A chef?"

"Yes, a chef!"

A Tokyo University professor was flabbergasted: "A chef? You can understand surgery?"

Just now, Boss Cheng was staring at the screen intently as he watched the surgery. Why was a chef so focused?

"Just some simple surgeries, Simple surgeries. I got the hang of it. Tumors in the medulla oblongata and upper cervical cord, still can understand a bit." Old Cheng responded perfunctorily.

The Tokyo University professor who participated in the modeling of Fujiwara Tani’s case, had a supercomputer simulate it ten thousand times and all failed. There’s no doctor in the entire Japan who dared to perform the surgery. You, as a chef, call this a simple surgery, who are you looking down upon?

This conversation can’t go on, the Tokyo University professor got a bellyful of anger, this is clear contempt, and even had the desire to kill.

Damn it, I even admitted that I’m a chef, yet you still look at me this way, is it because I ate some of your food, is there a need to keep implying something?

"You know the medulla oblongata? Upper cervical cord? Neural nucleus?"

The Tokyo University professor tried to suppress his anger.

"Studied anatomy, of course, I know." Old Cheng didn’t know what he was trying to express.

The Tokyo University professor, who was slightly less angry, now was about to rage. Such a prestigious Tokyo University professor, being toyed around by you.

You, a chef, studying anatomy?

You might as well go fool kids.