Surgery Godfather Chapter 530

Chapter 530: Chapter 482: The Great Sea Route Chapter 530: Chapter 482: The Great Sea Route “We are here to assist, and for the safety of the operation, we must be present,”
Mitsui said angrily.

“You have to understand, this is Tokyo University's operating room, and according to Japanese Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare law, we must be on the platform to guarantee the safety of the operation.”

Komori Daisuke had never seen such an arrogant guy, raising his head, showing a completely contemptuous look.

Zhang Lin saw them still pressing on and couldn't help but sneer, “First assistant, second assistant, third assistant, fourth assistant, Nth assistant–they're all assists. Which one do you want? Can't you see how many people are on the platform now? Can't you count? I, your teacher Zhang, can only be a third assistant at best, washing my hands, dressing up, and sitting on a cold bench. There's even a Teacher Wu behind us. You guys can be at most the fifth and sixth assists. As for who is the fifth and who is the sixth, you guys can figure it out with rock, paper, scissors. Talking about protecting the safety of the operation with your fifth and sixth assists? In orthopedic surgery, you won't even get a chance to lift a leg. I tell you in advance, as soon as the operation starts, after you wash your hands and dress up, just stay put and don't move around. Dr. Yang has a bad temper and is extremely rude, he swears frequently. Imagine, this is a live broadcast, with experts from all countries onlooking, and someone calls you 'what the hell' on one side, and 'motherfucker' on another, can you bear it? I arrange it this way to protect you.”

Upon hearing this, Komori and Mitsui looked at each other and then took two steps back, tacitly accepting the position Zhang Lin arranged for them.

This Teacher Zhang made sense, it would be even more humiliating to be scolded.

Tang Shun's translation was so smooth that Zhang Lin began to doubt the accuracy of his translation.

“You can translate 'what the hell' and 'motherfucker'?” Zhang Lin asked Tang Shun.

Tang Shun confidently nodded, “Piece of cake. This is basic skill, it's not a big deal. 'Fuck off', 'son of a bitch', I can translate all of them.”

He could translate slang and convey the meaning, which truly demonstrated his high level of skill.

Zhang Lin turned to look at Mitsui and Komori. Their faces were alternating between red and white. Without an accurate translation, effect like this wouldn't have been possible.

“For your ability, I'll ask Takahashi to double your commission.” Zhang Lin gave a thumbs up.

Liang Fatty had already intubated Ning Yu, and after successfully administering the anesthesia, Song Zimo helped Xu Zhiliang and Zhou Can along with the Japanese nurse to position the patient.

“What are you two sitting still for? Help position the patient!”

Zhang Lin directed Komori and Mitsui.

They had no choice but to stand up and help.

Zhang Lin shook his head, “Move faster, cooperate better, it's clear you're not trained enough, you're a little messy when it matters.”

Xiaowu on the side seriously said, “It's mainly because they haven't taken Teacher Zhang's class.”

Tang Shun basically translated simultaneously, very timely for every sentence.

Komori and Mitsui were at a loss as to whether to laugh or cry. This was the operating room of Tokyo University Hospital. This guy didn't lift a finger but was pointing and gesturing on the side, commanding them like laborers.

Yang Ping stood on the side while they were getting ready, and really couldn't help but want to laugh.

In terms of bragging, no one could surpass Zhang Lin.

The level of bragging, regardless of being in what place or facing whom, he could brag without blushing or feeling anxious.

Under Zhang Lin's coercion, Mitsui and Komori didn't dare move. They obediently rushed about, helping to position the patient.

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The patient was properly positioned in the prone position and the head was securely fixed.

Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, and Su Yixuan went to wash their hands, preparing for sterilization and bedding.

After Komori and Mitsui finished their work they didn't know what to do. Should they follow to wash their hands? Or should they stand-by on the spot? Their heads were spinning.

“The professor is going to wash hands, lead the way!”

Zhang Lin pointed to the open door of the operating room.

Yes, they should accompany him, Komori and Mitsui were a little disoriented, but then they came to their senses.

The two walked to the door and came back. It turned out that Takahashi had been waiting at the door. He had already taken everyone to wash their hands, and they weren't needed.

When they were younger, when they were students, they had never been treated like this. Now they are renowned professors in Japan. They are being ordered around by someone whose background was unknown. They were furious, but there was nothing to do about it, they had to complete the tasks given to them by the Department of Affairs and the Department of High-Difficulty New Medical Evaluation.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang returned from washing hands and began to sterilize and prepare the sheets. Xiao Su and the Japanese instrument nurse began to sort out the instruments.

Yang Ping didn't hurry to go on stage for now; having good assists makes his work naturally easier.

They waited until the two revealed the upper spinal cord and the medulla oblongata, and opened the dura mater, then it's not too late to get on the platform without hurry.

Depending on a person's position, they will naturally receive corresponding treatment. Even if you don't want it, others will give it to you.

During his free time, Yang Ping explained to Takahashi how to examine this kind of disease, how to cut it open, how to enter safely, how to expose the spinal cord and the medulla oblongata and locate the tumor, and how to operate precisely in the safe gap.

The most important thing is how to take the enemy's head in a battle–successful removal of the tumor with the patient still able to leave the operating table alive.

Takahashi listened very carefully and occasionally raised some questions.

Mitsui and Komori saw Takahashi looking like a pupil and wanted to move closer to listen to what they were talking about.

“Go and wash your hands. Put on your clothes and sit here afterwards, don't move. I'll accompany you,”
Zhang Lin ordered Mitsui and Komori.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang had already put on their surgical gowns. The surgery must have a doctor from Tokyo University's main office present. It's time for them to go on stage, even if they are only mascots, they must be there.

Zhang Lin and Xiaowu also went to wash their hands together. The two had discussed in advance, each would watch one, on high alert.

The heart to harm others must not be possessed, but the heart to defend against others must be possessed.

For such a high-risk surgery, if someone sabotages it, any random touch to the main surgeon's arm could directly declare the surgery failed.

Who knows what they are thinking in their hearts, trusting them would be like believing pigs could not only climb trees, but could also fly a round for you to watch.

Zhang Lin, Xiaowu, Mitsui, and Komori had also washed their hands and stood next to the operating table.

The last one to come on stage was naturally Yang Ping. If you follow the habit, you must wait until the assistant has exposed the upper spinal cord and the medulla oblongata, then Yang Ping will come on stage.

However, it's safer to be cautious during an away game when unfamiliar with the environment and equipment.

Under the accompaniment of Takahashi, Yang Ping also went up to the operating table after washing and dressing in advance.

A surgery that only needs two or three people to complete, now there are seven people standing, there's simply no place to stand.

But in order to complete the holy pre-operation check, everyone gathered around the operating table.

Name, gender, age, hospital number, method of surgery, the part where the surgery will be conducted, focal points of the operation, estimated amount of blood loss–
The chief surgeon, assistant, instrument nurse, anesthesiologist, patrolling nurse, all have to stop their work and participate in the last preoperative check.

Everyone is serious, carefully checking every step.

Reverence for life, reverence for medicine, regardless of nationality.

“Check completed, any questions?”

No questions, the surgery can begin.

“I have something to say!”

The voice of Yang Ping.

As the chief surgeon, he has the highest authority in the operating room.

Everyone waits in place, not knowing what Yang Ping wants to say at this moment.

“Everyone, I just want to say one thing–A doctor's only enemy is disease, there are no other enemies apart from this!”

No one knew the meaning of Yang Ping's words, and Yang Ping didn't explain: “Let's start the operation!”

Song Zimo began his procedure, the sharp surgical scalpel, the skin of the back of the head and neck was cut, cutting the skin, cutting the superficial fascia, then cutting the deep fascia, step by step advancing.

As the first assistant to Yang Ping, Song Zimo demonstrated superb basic surgical skills.

Each step is smoothly connected, with a sense of rhythm, a style that is from Yang Ping–surgery also has its inherent rhythm.

The base of the skull and upper cervical vertebral canal is opened from the back, the entire diamond fossa is exposed, gradually, the dura mater-covered upper spinal cord and medulla oblongata gradually emerges.

Everything is so proficient and stable.

The laser scalpel gradually advances bit by bit, vertebral artery, cranial nerves, spinal nerves, bit by bit they are separated and cleared.

Gradually, the back of the upper spinal cord and brainstem appears on the screen.

The laser scalpel draws a Y shape, the dura mater was lifted.

Open the central hole in the fourth ventricle, lateral is the choroid plexus tissue, the cerebellar tonsil and the posterior inferior cerebellar artery.

Xu Zhiliang's nerve hook gently pulls the cerebellar tonsil and the posterior inferior cerebellar artery to both sides.

Song Zimo continues to separate the choroid plexus tissue and the inferior medullary velum, the entire diamond fissure successfully exposed.

Still the same old way through the membrane behind the medullary sail, the back facet of the brainstem is exposed to the field of vision, the safe area near the face mound appears in the center of the surgical field of view.

The exposure work is declared complete, the following steps are the task of the chief surgeon.

Song Zimo respectfully moves to the side of the helper's position, Yang Ping sits in the chief surgeon's position.

The microscope is pushed into the surgical area, the next every step, has to be completed under the microscope.

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The big screen in the meeting room.

Professor Ito seems a bit lonely, habitually turning his head, the seat next to him that was empty just now, now Old Ikeda has already returned.

“Didn't you go to rest? Not participating in the meeting?” Ito didn't know when Ikeda came to the conference.

Ikeda stared at the screen saying, “I'm not participating in the meeting, but that doesn't mean I can't sit here.”

This reasoning is impeccable, okay, if you like to sit there, then sit there.

Ito is finding Ikeda's thoughts more and more inscrutable.

On the screen, the membrane is getting opened, the substantive part of the medulla oblongata and spinal cord is about to be cut.

“The great sea line has just begun, his goal is Raf Talu, to get the One Piece!” Ikeda is mumbling to himself.

“You still watch such childish things?” Ito was quite surprised.

“Don't you watch it too?” Ikeda retorted.

“Truly shameful!” Ito blushed.

“Hypoglossal nerve nucleus, accessory nerve nucleus, ambiguous nucleus, dorsal vagal nucleus, solitary nucleus, and spinal dorsal tract nucleus of the trigeminal nerve–, they are like hidden reefs, the scalpel will be traveling in a dangerous sea, at any time it will swallow the will of the chief surgeon, swallow the patient's life, I don't know whether my record compass can help him.” Ikeda's gaze kept focusing on the screen, the “record compass” he referred to is the latest probe marking technology.

The theory is wonderful, but the reality is still cruel.

Errors caused by overlapping imaging technology, deformations brought about by stereoscopic imaging, blurring caused by irreducible halo, none of them can meet the requirements of surgery.

“Are you sure he can do it?”

“I'm not sure, but I'm sure Fujiwara's judgment won't be wrong.”

“It's not too late to regret it now!”

“Great sea route, there is also Gol. D. Roger who has reached the endpoint, but this sea route, no one has reached the endpoint, if I regret it, will you continue sailing for him?”

Ikeda's tone was mild, but it sounded very harsh to Ito, who kept silent for a moment.

“He is the only person who has hope to reach the end, if you see those hand-drawn maps, you should have the same judgment as me.”

Ito stopped speaking, only Ikeda's voice remained.

Chapter end

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