Surgery Godfather Chapter 534

Chapter 534: Chapter 485: Bowing in Respect Chapter 534: Chapter 485: Bowing in Respect Outside the operating room, Ning Qi's heart ached in waves.

Her young brother had made a mistake in his youth, spent five years in prison, and due to a misunderstanding with their father, had become estranged and wandered abroad for many years after release. At their father's deathbed, he returned home, but their father had already passed away.

Now, as his elder sister, she wished to treat him well and make up for the lost affection he had missed, yet this had taken place.

Such a cruel twist of fate!

If her little brother couldn't overcome this hurdle, Ning Qi would mourn for the rest of her life.

She sat and then stood pacing around, not knowing what to do.

The TV in the family waiting area was broadcasting some medical science programs in Japanese, but Ning Qi had no heart to watch.

Each time the operating room door opened, she would look to see if it was her brother.

But it never was.

Her female secretary, who accompanied her, kept comforting her: “President Ning, good people are favored by heaven, he will be just fine.”

Hopefully!

Ning Qi sat down again, her chest under a weight just like a stone, which was very suffocating.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting, but the feeling of anguish was extremely painful.

Finally, the door of the operating room opened, and Yang Ping, wearing surgical scrubs, appeared at the door, with Takahashi following behind him.

Yang Ping!

Despite his sterile cap and mask, Ning Qi recognized him at a glance.

She rushed forward without a second thought: “How was it?”

Yang Ping made an OK sign and said:
“Success!”

Was it successful?

Ning Qi was startled at first, then her eyes welled up with tears, as she rushed forward to embrace Yang Ping tightly.

This caught Yang Ping off guard. She was hugging him, but he couldn't push her away forcefully.

Ning Qi said nothing, just held Yang Ping tightly, letting her tears flow freely.

The period of waiting had been incredibly nerve-wracking. The operating room door had been closed all the while, and not knowing what was happening inside, Ning Qi had been imagining all kinds of outcomes- the worst and the best. Her heart was a whirlwind of emotions, she had never felt so frantic before.

Now–the surgery was successful, meaning her little brother had been saved, he was still alive.

“Don't get excited, don't get excited. I'm finding it hard to breathe.” Yang Ping had to remind Ning Qi. She was hugging him so tightly he was finding it hard to breathe.

Ning Qi's female secretary, not far away, was unsure what to do on seeing this, so she pretended to take a phone call.

Takahashi was behind her, momentarily unsure what was going on, wondering why Ning Qi had rushed up to hug Yang Ping.

Ning Qi realized that she had been holding Yang Ping tightly only after his reminder. She immediately let go, embarrassedly laughed and blushed: “I–I–I!”

“Don't worry, he's okay now. His vital signs are stable, the tumor has been thoroughly removed, and he should be fine after the surgery. However, we still need to be cautious and keep him in ICU for a few days.”

Okay!

Ning Qi, embarrassed by her emotional outburst earlier, avoided eye contact with Yang Ping, taking out a tissue she wiped the tears from her eyes.

She was really overjoyed.

In these recent days, she had lost the appetite for food and sleep over her brother's condition.

“Ning Yu will be brought out later. He just had surgery, and will wake up in a couple of days.” Yang Ping reassured Ning Qi.

“Okay, okay, okay!”

Ning Qi nodded excitedly.

After explaining the surgery details to Ning Qi, he returned to the operating room where Ning Yu's vital signs were very stable. Liang Fatty confirmed that he could be transferred to the neurosurgery ICU for postoperative monitoring and treatment.

“Dr. Yang, would you like to rest a bit?” Takahashi asked respectfully.

Yang Ping shook his head: “No need, let's escort Ning Yu back to his room, then head to the meeting.”

For others, this was an insurmountable surgery that would drain their energy and spirit.

For Yang Ping, it was just a routine surgery. His face did not even show any signs of fatigue; he was still chatting and laughing with Takahashi.

Mitsui and Komori were even more shocked to see that Yang Ping was calm after his surgery, just like how he would be after any regular surgery.

They tried several times to get close to him, but Yang Ping only gave them a polite smile, then ignored them.

Although Yang Ping was said to be aloof, he still smiled at them.

However, he did not talk to them, only talked to Takahashi.

Ning Yu was escorted back to his ward together, and the neurosurgery ICU's special nursing ward had a small team in charge of Ning Yu's care. However, the charges were very high.

For someone like Ning Yu, with his financial status, money was not an issue.

Senior doctor Sakurai, who was in charge, had no resistance now. He respectfully completed the patient handover. Every time Yang Ping asked or instructed something, Sakurai would become nervous and could hardly articulate his words.

Even when standing in front of Professor Ikeda, Sakurai was not this nervous, but now he was clearly shaking.

Sakurai had reason to be nervous.

In front of him stood a top-tier genius surgeon in the world.

His own knowledge in front of him was like that of a child in kindergarten, prone to loopholes.

“He will wake up in seventy-two hours, at which time the tube can be removed.”

“After the tube is removed, the head of the bed can gradually be raised. Start with 15 degrees, then increase by 15 degrees every 6 hours, gradually increasing to 90 degrees, to avoid sudden height increase, which can lead to insufficient blood supply to the head and venous return obstruction.”

“Brain tissue has plasticity. Even if the medulla oblongata is compressed by a tumor and deformed to a certain extent, the tumor can be removed as it has a certain plasticity. Therefore, if the heart rate drops again, don't worry, it won't drop below fifty beats per minute.”

“The feedback mechanism between the central nervous system and the heart needs some time to reshape, and once it is complete, his heart rate will stabilize within the normal range.”

“Did you remember?”

Yang Ping asked at last.

“Ah– no, I dont…no, I mean, I–I–I remember.”

Sakurai had been recording in his small notebook, and Yang Ping suddenly asked.

He immediately became flustered and started babbling.

“Sorry, Dr. Yang, I have already made a note.”

Sakurai was scared of being questioned by Yang Ping, so any question from him startled Sakurai.

“If there are any more questions, feel free to contact Dr. Song at any time. Don't be afraid of causing trouble. We're all on team Ning Yu now.” Yang Ping instructed Sakurai, urging him not to hesitate or act out of line if they encounter any problems.

Komori Daisuke seized the opportunity straight away: “Dr. Yang, don't worry. I will stay with Sakurai to take care of Ning Yu, if there are any problems, I will report to you immediately.”

His attitude had made a complete 180-degree turn without any sense of conflict.

“I'll join you as well, we're a team, let's do this!” Mitsui clenched his fist.

After handing over Ning Yu, Yang Ping left the ICU ward with his team to attend a meeting at the venue.

When he stepped into the venue, all the doctors surprisingly stood up to salute him, leaving Yang Ping suspended in confusion. Among them were Professor Su; the grand sight was overwhelming.

“What's going on?”

Yang Ping quietly asked Takahashi.

Takahashi smiled: “Your surgery was successful. They are expressing their respect to you.”

“All this for a surgery?”

Yang Ping felt uncomfortable. Among those standing were his predecessors – Professor Liang and Professor Qin, and Professor Su – his future father-in-law. His father-in-law was also standing. It was so embarrassing.

They bowed!

Old Ito and Ikeda led the Japanese doctors in a standard ninety-degree bow. All at once.

It felt like a scene out of “Shiroi kyoto”!

Yang Ping was taken by surprise. He looked back at Xiao Su, wondering if his father-in-law had also bowed along with the Japanese, but by the time he looked, everyone had straightened up, and he couldn't see where Professor Su was. He wasn't certain whether his father-in-law had bowed or not.

What a chaos, what a chaos!

The Japanese were actually pulling this stunt.

Mitsui and Komori were also with Yang Ping's team; they had never witnessed such a sight. Ito and Ikeda, prominent figures in the Japanese medical field, were also saluting with a bow.

“Dr. Yang! Please!”

Fujiwara Masao had left his seat to personally welcome him at the aisle. The first row had empty seats reserved for Yang Ping.

Instead of sitting down, Yang Ping saw that all the doctors were still standing.

Ikeda and Ito had already made arrangements for their hospital to appoint Yang Ping as a visiting professor, much more than just a respectful bow.

Yang Ping quickly took his seat. Whether it was pre-arranged, or arranged on the spot, Yang Ping's seating was excellent. To his left were Fujiwara, Ito, Ikeda, and on his right were Professor Liang, Professor Su, and Professor Qin.

“Little Yang, what are you waiting for, sit down quickly!”

Professor Liang urged Yang Ping to be seated.

Professor Su also said cheerfully: “Please take a seat, you must be tired.”

Yang Ping shook hands with each professor in turn, being extremely humble before finally taking his seat.

“Miracle, you've created another miracle!”

“At that time, I thought the surgery was surely going to fail. But you managed to turn the situation around. It was amazing.”

“You really are a miracle.”

Professor Liang held Yang Ping's hand, not caring about the public setting, and spoke excitedly.

Across from Professor Liang, Yang Ping nodded at Professor Su, conveying a polite greeting with his gaze.

Professor Su smiled, meaning: It's alright, you guys chat, don't mind me.

Fujiwara Masao, who didn't understand Chinese, could not join in on the conversation and merely nodded along with the occasional awkward smile. Not understanding what Professor Liang and Yang Ping were talking about, he would also laugh whenever they did.

Fujiwara Miyuki, who sat in the middle of the auditorium, had watched the entire surgery without blinking once. At a time when everyone believed the surgery was going to fail, she was the only one who steadfastly believed in Yang Ping's capabilities.

This wasn't a rational judgment, but an instinctive one.

She gazed at Yang Ping from afar, not saying anything nor walking over to greet him. She just watched him from a distance.

“Why didn't you go over to embrace your man standing on the peak when he made his entrance just now?”

Miyuki's best friend, another female doctor from Tokyo University Hospital, teased her.

“He isn't mine, if only he was.”

Miyuki was filled with affection in her heart.

“Look, the bigwigs from Shuntendo and Tokyo Universities actually bowed to him. It's my first time seeing such a spectacle. Even Dr. Amano didn't get treated like this. No wonder you're so infatuated with him.” Her friend looked at Yang Ping. His confidence and handsomeness were indeed charming.

Not only Miyuki, but she also found him attractive.

Miyuki playfully pinched her friend: “Keep your voice down! Do you want everyone to know?”

Zhang Lin and Little Five were sat in the auditorium.

“Teacher Zhang, that yell of yours in the operation theatre, that was fucking powerful.”

It had given Little Five quite a shock.

Zhang Lin was extremely proud: “I have been practising for a month. My wife said that with my daily practice, the first words our child will learn must be the scream.”

“Your wife is pregnant?” Little Five hadn't heard anything from him. Zhang Lin had been saying he was preparing for a baby, but there were no changes.

Zhang Lin's expression changed: “What do you mean by that? It sounds as if I can't make a baby.”

“No, no, misunderstanding. Given that yell of yours in the operation theatre, your testosterone levels must be through the roof. If you said 'one shot, three kills', I'd believe you.” Little Five patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Lin smiled again: “Five, only a brother like you could understand me. Not saying 'one shot, three kills', but 'one shot, two kills' I am confident.”

“Twins?”

“If I say more, it would violate the state's law.”

“Alrighty!”

“I may not have caught up with you in terms of speed, but I should overtake you in terms of quantity. What about you? Your time is nearing.”

“The due date is these few days.”

Chapter end

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