Surgery Godfather-Chapter 548 - 498 Leaving Japan

It’s predictable that Osaki Toshitaka will have insomnia tonight, pondering over this surgery until dawn.

To disconnect all the organs in the patient’s thoracic cavity from the body, take them out, spread them out on the sterile table, look at this pile of organs corroded by the tumor, start turning them over, and remove the tumor completely before implanting these organs back into the body.

Such a crazy idea, even now if Yang Ping proposed it, Osaki Toshitaka would still find it hard to accept.

For this case, Yang Ping could only give a suggestion, a guiding plan. With this plan, they should be able to handle it on their own.

Shun Tian Tang is not an ordinary hospital. In Japan, the status of Shun Tian Tang Hospital is higher than that of Tokyo University Hospital, just like Xiehe Hospital in China, it is the highest.

To remove a tumor, some top cardiac surgeons would take the heart out, but no one has ever removed all the heart, lungs and large blood vessels at once, and then transplanted them back.

If this surgery were performed at any other slightly inferior hospital, they wouldn’t dare to even think about performing it.

Heart transplantation is already a top-level surgery, and heart-lung combined transplantation is the crown of transplant surgery, more importantly, it’s necessary to remove a tumor externally, repair the left ventricle and left atrium, repair the aorta and vena cava cavity, and possibly even more structures need repair.

With Professor Amano at Shun Tian Tang, their cardiac surgery department is world-class.

Yang Ping believes they will succeed in this surgery.

If it were not for the urgency of time, Yang Ping would be willing to spend some time on this case, even participating in the surgery.

But time is too tight, Yang Ping must return to China tomorrow morning.

There several critically ill patients waiting for him at home. Director Han is overwhelmed with work. Zhang Zongshun is also performing surgeries with Director Han.

If he doesn’t return, these two old men might mess things up.

Director Han is in his fifties and still able to perform, but Professor Zhang is in his eighties. Yang Ping really worries about him overexerting himself.

Takahashi felt very guilty. Yang Ping has been in Japan for three days without any free time to go out and play. He has either been in surgery, attending meetings, or discussing cases, always shuttling between the hotel and hospital. Only Xiao Su, Tang Fei, and Zhou Can, the few girls, went out to tour Tokyo with Miyuki.

"Dr. Yang, you’ve been in Japan for several days and haven’t been able to go out and play. I’m sorry." Takahashi regretted not having been able to act as a proper host.

Even meals were quite casual, except for the meal at Yoshiko Residence, they either had fast food or quickly ate something in the hotel.

Actually, Yang Ping is not very interested in these things, his greatest interest lies in treating patients and saving lives.

He was originally very interested in medicine, but ever since he got the system, Yang Ping believed he had become a medical fanatic.

"This is the best. I have surgeries to perform, difficult cases to discuss, and can exchange academics with everyone. I do not like noisy places, so I’m not interested in touring Tokyo." This was Yang Ping’s honest feeling.

The idea of shopping and playing in Tokyo was a waste of time if not for accompanying Xiao Su.

Fujiwara Masao rushed over to Mori Hometown Hotel specially to thank Yang Ping and his team.

As a heavyweight in the Japanese medical community, he had never seen such a gifted doctor.

In the end, Fujiwara Masao concluded that only a powerful country like China, with its profound background, could produce such an extraordinary genius.

Xiao Su was very happy, holding Yang Ping to help count the luggage. She had bought a lot of things for herself, Yang Ping, her parents, her brother, Yang Ping’s parents, and also had prepared presents for Director Han and Professor Zhang on behalf of Yang Ping. Moreover all the gifts were chosen according to individual preferences. It was a big pile.

"This is horse oil from Yakuwa Hall. Your mom said last time that her hands become very dry in winter and sometimes even crack. Horse oil can protect the skin and prevent drying and cracking." Xiao Su stacked a lot of boxes of horse oil together.

"This is for my mom?" Yang Ping did not expect her to be so attentive.

Xiao Su smiled, "Yeah, I’ve been remembering it. I originally wanted to ask someone to buy it, but since we had the chance to come this time, I just brought some back."

"These two bottles of sake are for your dad," Xiao Su picked up the sake, checked the label, and looked very satisfied.

With so little time for shopping, she actually bought so many things and took care of everyone. It was really impressive.

Yang Ping had not considered these trivial matters of life. Looking at these piles of things, he felt slightly overwhelmed.

"I — didn’t think about these things?" Yang Ping’s face turned red.

Xiao Su carefully packed the two bottles of sake in a box with a cushion, and wrote a brief description on the outside of the box: Contains sake, please handle with care.

"Leave these things to me in the future!"

While Xiao Su was counting the things, she spoke to Yang Ping.

She then told Yang Ping who each gift was for. Director Han’s Jade Dew tea leaves, Old Zhang’s reading glasses, everything Yang Ping could remember, were all included.

Takahashi was also instructing his assistant to pack things. There was a charter flight back to China, so Takahashi’s purchasing was much bold. He almost stepped on the quantity control line of the customs, arranging for someone to purchase many Japanese specialties, including diapers for Zhang Lin Xiaowu.

Little Five, Fatty, Zhang Lin and a few others were huddling together, seemingly packing their luggage.

"It seems Miyuki is looking for you." Song Zimo whispered in Yang Ping’s ear.

Miyuki? She wasn’t still fixated, was she?

"You can’t avoid some things. You need to clarify. Go, talk to her. I’m here, she can’t eat you." Xiao Su gave a playful look.

Alright, there was originally nothing, acting nervous makes it worse.

Yang Ping went out openly. Miyuki was at the end of the hotel corridor, by the window.

"Miyuki—" Yang Ping greeted.

Miyuki looked very happy to see Yang Ping, as if she had a lot to say, but in the end she only asked, "Will you come to Japan again in the future?"

"I am not sure. I might come for conferences." Yang Ping responded gently.

Miyuki simply responded "Hmm". Several times she wanted to open the package she was holding and take out something, but she gave up.

"It’s nothing. When you and Xiao Su get married, please let me know. I will definitely go to China." Miyuki pretended to smile sweetly.

"Definitely!"

Yang Ping gave an OK gesture.

"Hmm... The weather in Tokyo is really cold!"

Miyuki took her bag with both hands, babbling a bit.

"Alright, Thank you. Did Professor Fujiwara just come by? I saw uncle recently, his vital signs are stable. I’m leaving now, won’t be able to see you off tomorrow morning." Miyuki turned away after saying this, bag in hand, went towards the lift.

Yang Ping was a bit sad. She was a good girl with a high level of education, a beautiful face, a perfect body, and a persistent pursuit of love.

But, love is dedicated, pure.

There was no choice, in his heart there was only Xiao Su.

Watching Miyuki’s retreating figure Yang Ping sighed softly.

By the time he returned to his room, everyone was still packing their luggage.

"Cigarettes, don’t squash them, don’t squash them," Fatty’s voice was loud.

Then it was Zhang Lin: "Fatty, you’re using my son and daughter’s diapers to protect your cigarettes?"

"Oh, it’s just for cushioning, it won’t affect the usage of the diapers, why are you in such a hurry?" Fatty gripped the cigarettes that Zhang Lin threw over, checking they hadn’t been squashed by Zhang Lin, grumbling under his breath.

The staff members sent by Ning Qi, packed up their items, labelled them, and then loaded it onto the plane with a special vehicle.

After being done with the busywork, Xiao Su finally pulled himself away: "Shall we go for a walk?"

"Now?" Yang Ping thought it was relatively late.

"Under the hotel, the road by the entrance of Tokyo University."

"Yes, sir!"

Yang Ping and Xiao Su came to the road in front of Tokyo University’s entrance, trees lined the road.

Under the street lamp, some couples from Tokyo University, hand in hand, strolling on the path.

Yang Ping was also holding Xiao Su’s hand, chatting while walking, around the corner, the street light was dim.

Looking at the couple huddled together under the big tree, in the dark.

Yang Ping couldn’t help himself, pulling Xiao Su into a tight hug instantly.

Looking at the beautiful and gentle Xiao Su, the fragrance of her hair infusing his senses.

Yang Ping couldn’t control his rapidly beating heart, pounding wildly like a wild horse, as Xiao Su raised her head, her eyes as calm as autumn water looking at Yang Ping.

"You’ve been working hard lately, haven’t gotten much rest!"

"I’m fine, hold me tighter, and I won’t feel any fatigue."

Yang Ping sniffed Xiao Su’s hair.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"What theory?"

"The derivative theory of stimulus response principle."

"Is there evidence-based proof?"

"Not at the moment, that’s why, I’m planning to write a paper on this aspect, need to collect data."

"What sort of data?"

"Firstly research the anti-fatigue function of a kissing act."

Next day, at dawn around five o’clock, before departing for the airport, Yang Ping first went to Tokyo University Hospital for his ward rounds, to see Ning Yu and Fujiwara Tani, both of whom were very stable, and without complications, they should be recovering well after the surgery.

After seeing Ning Yu and Fujiwara Tani, under the farewell of Fujiwara Masao, Takahashi and other Japanese doctors, Yang Ping and the Chinese doctors started boarding the bus to the airport.

In the farewell crowd, surprisingly, stood Osaki Toshilong.

Osaki Toshilong had many more questions to ask Yang Ping, didn’t expect Yang Ping to be leaving Japan so quickly.

"Doctor Yang, let me ask one last question!"

Osaki Toshilong seized the opportunity.

Takahashi was rather disgusted with this person, like a piece of cling film, early this morning, everyone came to bid them farewell warmly, and he started asking questions.

Looking at panda-eyed Osaki Toshilong, Yang Ping knew he hadn’t slept all night.

"Go ahead."

"The plan you mentioned yesterday? Do you have any surgical experience in this area?" Osaki Toshilong really didn’t have the guts to implement such a whimsical plan.

Yang Ping thought for a moment: "No, but it should be fine. If it’s convenient, bring the patient to China, we can study together, if there’s a problem, ask Takahashi." ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Yang Ping boarded the bus.

Osaki Toshilong stood in the cold wind.

Emptying out the entire chest cavity, isn’t like cutting out an organ.

Worldwide, currently no one has done such a crazy thing.