Surgery Godfather-Chapter 546 - 496: Tokyo Night (7)

The heart-shaped symbol on the monitor flickered red.

Liang Fatty immediately began his tense resuscitation efforts, injecting various revival drugs to support the fragile heart of Fujiwara Tani.

Unlike during surgery, using these drugs at this point was beneficial, not harmful.

Liang Fatty’s usually heavy-handed basic skills were fully displayed. His hands juggled the drugs like a juggler, picking them up at will, opening bottles, drawing medicine, pushing them into the infusion tube. The entire process was smooth, carried out in one go, with the Japanese anesthesiologists and nurses having no need to assist.

On the operating table, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang observed under a microscope for a full fifteen minutes, but there was no bleeding.

The conditions for closing the incision were met, so they asked Yang Ping if they could close the incision.

"Rinse, close!"

Yang Ping was very confident.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang washed the surgical area and closed the incision layer by layer.

By the time the incision was completely closed, the heart rate was stable at 70 beats/minute, with no arrhythmia.

This dramatic turn of events was so sudden that Fujiwara Masao himself could hardly cope. His heartbeat had stopped, but twelve minutes later, it restored on its own; his vital signs now stable.

It all felt like a dream.

Miyuki’s body was still trembling. Fujiwara Masao comforted his sister, "It’s okay now, look, uncle is okay!" freewēbnoveℓ.com

Miyuki stared at the fluctuating EKG and the stable vital signs; she could hardly believe her eyes.

That’s right, the operation was over, and the uncle on the operating table was alive.

Miyuki turned her gaze to Yang Ping, her eyes complex, her heart filled with admiration for Yang Ping as if he were a god.

The Japanese anesthesiologist stared at Liang Fatty’s rolled-up pants revealing almost half his calf.

This fashion of wearing cropped trousers was indeed very trendy, especially when the wearer sat next to the anesthesia machine, cross-legged—it was so cool.

That was how an anesthesia doctor should look.

The Japanese anesthesiologist decided that he would also dress like this and sit cross-legged like that in the future.

In China, Takahashi had become accustomed to seeing Yang Ping perform miracles, but at this moment, he felt like he was caught in some time warp.

Calm!

Takahashi repeated this word to himself as he stood beside Yang Ping, not daring to sit down.

"Sit down and rest!" Yang Ping told Takahashi as he sat on a stool.

Even though there was a stool, Takahashi stood by.

"Dr. Yang, I want to ask, did you know that the patient’s heart stopped beating? And did you know that he would come back to life?"

Yang Ping was taken aback. Presumably, everyone present wanted to ask this question, including Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang.

"Of course--"

Immediately everyone present was petrified, including Fujiwara Masao.

Yang Ping knew from beginning to end that this situation would arise, so he did not stop the operation, let alone panic.

How did he manage to predict this highly unlikely event and face it calmly?

Had his analysis of the condition reached this level? Had his understanding of human anatomy and physiology reached this high?

Had he somehow anticipated, based on the position, size, adjacency, and surgical procedure of the tumor, that the operation would result in the occurrence of Lazarus Syndrome, cardiac arrest, and then, a spontaneous recovery?

What was even more terrifying was his precise prediction of the recovery time.

There was only one explanation, advanced technology, more advanced than the supercomputing digital human technology of Tokyo University was at work behind him. His surgical simulation was even more advanced.

This was the thought in the minds of Fujiwara Masao, Komori, Matsui, and others.

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In the conference hall, everyone felt as if they were dreaming.

After a moment of silence, there was an uproar.

The doctors who had attended the trauma orthopedics academic conference at Sanbo Hospital were once again profoundly shocked.

"Dr. Yang, you did it again!"

Old Cheng raised his arm and shouted loudly.

Upon lifting his arm, he heard a crisp sound, and his palm started tingling as if he had been pricked by needles.

Damn it, what’s going on?

Old Cheng turned his head and was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped.

The Japanese professor who was sitting next to Old Cheng was covering half of his face, looking pitifully at Old Cheng.

Did he just accidentally slap the guy while waving his arm in excitement?

"Keep calm!"

From Huang Jiacai’s surprised look, Old Cheng could almost confirm that this was precisely what had happened.

"Ah... I... I am sorry! It was accidental, purely accidental!"

Old Cheng said with a laugh.

The Japanese man took his hand off his face, which was already swollen, and there was a faint bruise on it.

"Keep calm, it was an accident, an accident!"

While Old Cheng was still in shock, Huang Jiacai quickly explained to the Japanese man to avoid any international disputes.

At the same time, Huang Jiacai had already figured out the escape route in the hall, items that could be used as weapons, and even prepared to grab a notebook next to him as a weapon.

But no matter how he looked, it didn’t seem like the Japanese man intended to fight.

In fact, the Japanese professor was seething inside, wishing to go up and fight.

But considering that Cheng was the chief surgeon, he could only swallow his anger.

They still wanted to invite this successful chief surgeon - Dr. Yang to help find flaws in the surgical simulation model.

If a conflict occurred with his chef, this could become problematic.

"The chef, is someone quite close and we don’t want to offend anyone that we need help from.

Such a fatal flaw indicates a fundamental error in the entire model, so the flaw must be dug out.

And they concluded that Yang Ping must have advanced surgery simulation technology to support his success.

\"No big deal, just a minor scrape. It would be nice if we can ice it.\"

Professor with the curly hair exhibited the Japanese trait of restraint to the fullest, holding back his anger, with a faint smile, pretending to be at ease, he said in a mix of Chinese and English, which he had learned over half his life.

With an almost humble tone, he then bows with one hand holding his cheek.

\"Ice, yes, ice, find some ice.\" Old Cheng was once again startled by the Japanese Professor’s politeness.

\"No biggie, we can be friends-Mr. Chef! Do you have a business card? Here’s mine, Fujisawa Yukihiro, a professor of Tokyo University.\"

The professor with curly hair took out a business card with one hand, handed it over with both hands, and then retracted his hand, still covering his cheek.

Fujisawa Yukihiro, a name with five characters, gives headaches.

Old Cheng takes the business card and was about to give a card to the professor, but he realized his card doesn’t say chef.

So, he said, \"I am sorry, as a chef, I rarely socialize, so I don’t have a business card. My surname is Cheng.\"

\"Mr. Cheng! Hello, nice to meet you, ouch!\"

The professor with curly hair is again shaking hands and asking for contact information, as if he has forgotten the injury on his face.

\"Shameless, damn it, he acted all high and mighty just now, staring like a bull, but now he’s all friendly after being beaten up!\" Old Cheng thought.

Old Cheng really wanted to slap him again to see if the deeper the slap, the more respectful the other party would be.

A few more slaps? Would he start to call him daddy right away?

In the end, Old Cheng shrugged off the idea, and shook hands with the professor.

A professor of Tokyo University’s Digital Human project, this peaked Huang Jiacai’s interest, he immediately took the business card and shook hands with the professor: \"Great to meet you, we have a similar project.\"

Huang Jiacai was considering investing in digital human projects for medical equipment development.

Tokyo University’s Digital Human is considered world-leading, so it would be a good opportunity to visit.

China’s Digital Human project is going well in its development, once, Nandu Medical University’s Digital Human was world-leading, but it was in the visual human digital phase.

The development of "Digital Human" is divided into four stages: "Digital Visible Human", "Digital Physical Human", "Digital Physiological Human", and "Digital Intelligent Human."

Digital physiological human, in other words, a 3D human body in the computer can simulate both anatomical structure and physiological function.

Currently, only the United States has entered the physiological human stage. Surprisingly, Tokyo University in Japan, who never made a peep about it, also reached this stage.

Previously, it was virtually unknown, even to the point where everyone thought Japan had not researched digital human at all.

Huang Jiacai can read between the lines from the Japanese’s attitude. They obviously want to establish some kind of cooperation with Yang Ping and help to find flaws.

The success of Yang Ping’s operation overthrew their model. This is not a trivility, but a fundamental denial of their model.

\"Who are you?\"

The professor with the curly hair nodded and bowed.

\"Dr. Yang’s driver!\"

Huang Jiacai made up a identity on the spot. If a chef can be here, a driver wouldn’t be out of place.

\"Oh! Hello, hello.\"

The professor with the curly hair treasured the opportunity and immediately shook hands enthusiastically. The other professors from Tokyo University also came forward to shake hands.

A driver and a chef, these are close acquaintances. Who would have thought that two of Dr. Yang’s close acquaintances are sitting close by.

Perhaps they can find out some inside information from them, such as whether Dr. Yang was involved in digital human research, or if he had similar computer simulation technology to support his work.

\"Please have a seat.\"

The professor with the curly hair was very polite.

\"Professor Fujisawa is renowned in the field of Digital Human, everyone knows!\" Huang Jiacai complimented him.

Professor Fujisawa was very pleased and gave a thumbs up: \"You flatter me, you flatter me, your digital human technology is the one!\"

\"Compared to Professor Tengze, we are just getting started.\" Huang Jiacai shook his head.

So it’s true that they have strong digital simulation technology supporting them. Otherwise, how could they achieve such an operation? If it’s true, their technology is probably much more advanced than ours.

The professors from Tokyo University formed two groups: one chatted with Huang Jiacai and Old Cheng, trying to find out some information.

The other group was already in talks with Sasaki, hoping to invite Dr. Yang’s team to visit the Digital Human project in Tokyo University’s hospital and establish a cooperation.

Professor Sasaki, as the appointed by Fujiwara Masao, was responsible for hosting the doctors from all over the world at the conference.

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\"Is the surgery over? Is the patient alive?\"

Professor Liang hasn’t adapted to this turn of events, Professor Qin is flabbergasted, Professor Su takes a bottle of mineral water, and takes a sip leisurely.

\"Look at the monitoring data, the vital signs are stable.\"

\"Revived after twelve minutes of cardiac arrest, I wonder if there will be brain death or brain function impairment?\" Professor Qin worried.

Professor Su didn’t rush to answer: \"Let’s wait and see.\"

With this kind of surgery, even if the patient survives a few days after, despite poor brain function, it would be a huge step forward, a breakthrough from zero.

A group of foreign doctors flocked to Professor Su, because they knew that Professor Su was a candidate for the chairman position of the next Asia-Pacific Orthopedic Association, and Dr. Yang was brought to the conference by Professor Su.

Naturally, everyone huddled around Professor Su, hoping to establish some kind of relationship with China through this.

Some even voiced their support for Professor Su’s run as chairman and would vote for him.

Quite a few doctors who supported Fujiwara Masao hustled over, shook hands with Professor Su and hoping to get some valuable news.

People always have preconceived notions. Originally, both Professor Su and Fujiwara Masao had equal contributions to their researches and are in the same league.

But now these doctors felt that the professor Su’s technology had a lot more to offer.

In fact, some of the doctors even pulled out the conference paper collection again, and selected the papers from the Chinese delegates for another read.

Seeing this, Professor Liang was quite excited."