Surgery Godfather-Chapter 565 - 513: Signing

Doctor Yang obtained much of his knowledge from the system space.

For instance, he gained extensive knowledge in human anatomy through countless dissections conducted within the system space.

Under such circumstances, he could only use this knowledge temporarily without publishing it as part of a paper.

As Doctor Yang had no time to arrange his own anatomical research, the acquired knowledge could not be traced back through real-life experiments.

Even in surgeries, Doctor Yang applied the surgical experiences obtained from the system space to real-life cases, publishing papers based on these cases.

The same approach was taken for scientific research, which required the full process to be carried out in reality.

Medical results had to be traceable in reality. Doctor Yang couldn’t arrange all the real-life experiments based on the system space’s results at once, so he prioritized them according to their necessity.

For example, the experiment on the spinal external fixator had been prioritized. If not arranged, it wouldn’t have been usable in reality.

As for anatomy research, it wouldn’t impede their use in real life, so the real-life experiments were naturally postponed.

This delay brought about many complications, such as raising skepticism. It was inevitable.

No one could answer the questions posed by Doctor Yang in the meeting room because it was unparalleled.

Even the experts engaged in cardiac anatomy research couldn’t produce clear results in this area for now.

Doctor Yang knew they couldn’t answer. He merely used these questions to control the situation since he didn’t want to spend too much time on the surgery.

Doctor Yang revealed the answers to his own questions. He then casually disseminated this knowledge in an informal setting and shared it with everyone for the patients’ benefit.

In such an informal setting, there was no need to trace the origin of his words through experiments. If they believe him, they could apply the knowledge cautiously. If they didn’t, then they could disregard it. Unlike formal academic papers, there was no need to provide valid and ethical experimental data.

Concerning the close connection between electrocardiographic expression and anatomical distribution of the sinus node and conduction bundle, it’s advanced-level anatomy research, merging function and anatomy in study.

That’s like expanding the interpretation of the simple waveforms on electrocardiograms multiple times over.

On the same chart, where you could only infer content A before, now you can derive many more contents, such as ABCD.

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Inside the doctors’ washroom in the ward.

Brin and Melvin Mason meet. Melvin Mason’s stomach was fine. Brin, however, faced the mirror, wetting a finger to style his hair.

"The Chinese man seems to know a lot, not as Dodge said. I’m glad I slipped out early, or my pride would’ve hit the floor," said Brin, still having aftershocks.

If he had been clueless in answering, his reputation would have plummeted, and so would that of the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

"Is his question accurate? Can we infer the anatomical distribution of the sinus node and conduction bundle from electrocardiographic expressions?" Melvin Mason asked. After all, he was only a perfusionist, not as professional as Brin.

Brin nodded, "The Cedars-Sinai Medical Center is currently conducting research combining anatomy with function. They are also trying to capture more information from electrocardiographic activities, but the current data is insufficient. There’s not been significant progress. This guy, he’s made a breakthrough in this area. It requires a massive amount of data - specimens, animals, humans, even virtual modeling. My God! It’s a lot of work! He doesn’t strike me as the charlatan you claim but a real expert. What I don’t understand is, how could he achieve what our substantial team hasn’t?"

"I don’t see it that way. You should know he has no reputation in the cardiac field. How could he suddenly have these results? He’s just bluffing," Melvin Mason was much more stubborn than Brin.

"After all, Li Zehui’s the patient of Doctor Li Zehui. He’s overseeing everything. Why bother interfering? Let’s just do our thing and stay happy," Brin seemed more diplomatic.

With the anger rising, Melvin Mason said, "Don’t you know? Doctor Li Zehui refused to let Dodge participate in the patient’s treatment. What’s more outrageous is he said perfusionists would be brought in from Cleveland, USA. Now the talk around the hospital is that the Australian’s ability doesn’t meet the Chinese’s surgical requirements."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, he said anesthetists and perfusionists would be parachuted in from Cleveland. In this way, we’d look like idlers in front of these Saudis, despite our salaries of hundreds of thousands of US dollars. Are we not fit to stand by the Chinese’s operating table? They’re all in this together. So, Brin, you should stand with us."

"No, no, no, I’m not joining anyone right now. I’m me, and you guys are you. I have a feeling, we can’t outdo the Chinese. I tell you, this guy seems incredibly smart. I regularly scored A’s in psychology at university, and I bet this lad’s head is worth a few of us. What’s more, let me tell you, Melvin Mason, don’t get involved with Dodge. He’s from the northeastern United States and always believes he’s the real American who looks down on everyone else and doesn’t need you guys worrying about how he operates."

"Are you planning to retreat?"

"I didn’t say that. My throat’s not feeling well, I’ll probably need to take a leave. Good luck to you."

Brin left after fixing his hair.

Melvin Mason had thought Brin came out to discuss a strategy with him. He didn’t expect him to distance himself from them so quickly.

"Bastard, traitor, spineless, damn Mexican."

Melvin Mason muttered to himself in the mirror, then he forcibly roused his spirit and returned to the office.

"Even if Brin chickened out, I’d still support you."

Melvin Mason returned to his seat, and whispered into Dodge’s ear.

Dodge was silent, for he was also thinking. Indeed, he hadn’t considered that the sinoatrial node and conduction system of this heart are ectopic. He carefully recalled the scene of the surgery. If this was the case, it seems to explain the problem at that time.

But, this heart surgery center has always been the territory of Americans. Everyone took turns forming groups to make a fortune and cooperated happily. When did they let this Chinese guy give them instructions?

Dodge felt annoyed.

The heart on the screen was getting more and more detailed with the addition of lines. Yang Ping used the drawing to explain how to cut the heart away from the body, how to open this heart, how to remove the tumor, how to reshape the heart, how to quickly complete the surgery, and then transplant the heart back into the baby’s body.

"He thinks this surgery is as easy as eating a hamburger."

Dodge muttered to himself.

The case discussion was just to gather ideas, it couldn’t take up too much time.

Professor Li Zehui looked at the time, it was time to end the discussion.

He announced on the spot --- the discussion was just for everyone to learn, it would not change any existing decisions. Since it was his patient, he had one hundred percent autonomy, no one could interfere with him, and the surgery would go as planned.

Dodge was very displeased. Clearly ending the discussion so fast was aimed at him, not wanting him to continue talking.

After the discussion ended, Yang Ping suggested: "I will talk to the child’s father."

Before the surgery, he needed to have an in-depth conversation.

Just in time, Li Zehui wanted the father of the child to sign a surgery informed consent form.

Although the child’s father was mute, he was able to cross a war zone, cross the desert, cross the border with his child with limited food and water. He must be intelligent, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to do this.

Li Zehui and Yang Ping went to the ward to find the child’s father. The mute had just been brought back by two uniformed men. Li Zehui explained to Yang Ping, "When he was found at the border, he had a gun and a few bullets on him. He voluntarily handed over the gun and bullets. The note said that he came to seek medical treatment. The gun and bullets were for self-defense. The police were cautious and investigated his background. It’s not unusual to have a gun when coming from the border."

"The policemen guarded him for a while. After they confirmed there was no problem, they withdrew." Li Zehui was worried Yang Ping had other ideas and added a sentence.

A few minutes later, the conversation began in a meeting room.

The father sat opposite Yang Ping, his eyes were still a bit dull.

Li Zehui poured him a glass of water. In addition to the Arabic translator, they had also prepared a sign language translator.

"Hello, I am Doctor Yang from China. I have just studied your son’s condition in detail. There is a great chance of success with the surgery, but the risk is also high. I don’t know if you are willing to take this risk with us. If successful, he will be able to live. If it fails, he will remain on the operating table forever. Without surgery, his survival time is unlikely to exceed three months. His heart is very weak at the moment."

In fact, Li Zehui had already told the child’s father about all these.

The translator translated Yang Ping’s words. A ray of light passed through his dull eyes, adding a bit of vitality.

The child’s father asked for paper and pen and wrote some words and sentences on the paper.

Apparently, he was literate and could write.

The translator reorganized what he wrote and told Yang Ping, "He says he knows, he asks you to save his child. He can’t be without his son. He is willing to do anything. He can exchange his life for his son’s life."

After finishing writing, the man covered his face with both hands, as if washing his face, repeatedly rubbing his face. After that, he began to listen to Li Zehui explaining the terms on the surgery consent form.

Yang Ping didn’t know if he understood. After Li Zehui finished reading, he didn’t ask anything, not a single word. Guided by the translator, he picked up the pen and signed his name.

"Do you have any other questions?" Yang Ping asked.

After hearing the translation, the child’s father just shook his head.

Then, he didn’t write anything else on the paper, he just sat quietly. His eyes, full of gratitude, seemed to sweep over Yang Ping’s face.