Surgery Godfather Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Chapter 491: Tokyo Night (Part 2) Chapter 541: Chapter 491: Tokyo Night (Part 2) Fujiwara Tani lay in his hospital bed, surrounded by medical instruments.

The best medical technology in all of Japan had kept him alive for over a month, and any expensive medication and medical equipment that could be used in the intensive care unit was not hesitated to be used. How much it cost, tens or hundreds of millions, did not matter.

The nurse had helped Fujiwara Tani prepare for surgery by shaving all his hair off to reveal a shiny, clean scalp, which was then sterilized.

Fujiwara Masao carefully examined the scalp. There was no injury at all.

The latest blood test results showed a slight improvement in coagulation function on the bedside data screen, indicating a slow response to treatment. This improvement was meaningless for the surgery.

“I should have invited Dr. Yang to operate earlier.”

Fujiwara Masao blamed himself somewhat.

Miyuki comforted her brother, “At that time, the entire Tokyo University Hospital was against you. Even if you wanted to, it was impossible to do.”

“If there's anything you want to say, tell uncle now.”

Although Fujiwara Tani was in a coma, he still had a heartbeat and was breathing. He was alive.

Miyuki adamantly shook her head, “No, I want to wait until uncle wakes up to talk to him, I believe in Dr. Yang. He can do it. He is a man at the peak of the world.”

“I wish I could be like you, harboring some innocent fantasies in my heart.” Fujiwara Masao sighed.

Miyuki was insistent, “When I was in China, before every surgery, I could always see the confidence in his eyes, like a burning flame. This time is the same, I see the flame of confidence in his eyes, it has not been extinguished.”

Love can blind one's mind and eyes. It seemed that there was no mistake in this saying.

Innocent sister, let her stick to her own views. Perhaps this was not a bad thing.

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Professor Liang, Professor Su, Professor Qin and other people changed their travel plans and decided to wait for Yang Ping to complete the surgery before leaving.

Ning Qi had prepared a private jet to send all the Chinese doctors back to the country. This way, everyone wouldn't need to catch a flight and could leave whenever they wanted.

The doctors from various countries who attended the conference also smelled something. Although they didn't know who the patient was, they knew that Yang Ping was the chief surgeon and the Tokyo University Hospital put so much importance on it, it definitely was not a simple surgery.

They still had fresh memories of Yang Ping's surgery on the first day. As long as they were not short on time, they all stayed.

Because of the special status of Fujiwara Tani, this surgery was not publicized, and only the professors within the Tokyo University Hospital knew about it.

Nevertheless, it has stirred up huge waves.

This was destined to be a sleepless night.

The conference room where the conference was held these two days was still bustling.

The professors of Tokyo University Hospital would observe the operation here, and the conference attendees who stayed, following the Chinese and Japanese doctors, would also return to this conference room.

The conference room had gathered a lot of people.

Professors Ito and Ikeda had been sitting in the venue for a long time, truly impressive.

Doctors from various countries confirmed their judgments and began to wait in the meeting room.

Ito and Ikeda kept looking at their watches, calculating how long it was before the surgery would start.

How exactly was the young Dr. Yang going to perform this operation.

The digital human simulation technology of Tokyo University has accumulated more than forty years and expended a lot of manpower and resources, could it really be a piece of junk?

“Where is Dr. Yang now?”

Ikeda asked Mitsui, who along with Sasaki, were commissioned by Fujiwara to be responsible for the reception here.

“They say he's still sleeping at the hotel!”

This was the news Mitsui had just received.

Such a significant surgery, and the chief surgeon Dr. Yang is actually sleeping. Is this resignation, or really holding a winning hand?

When Ikeda heard this, he was taken aback, and Ito was also very surprised.

Dr. Yang is really a strange person!

In such a situation, he can still sleep? Can he fall asleep?

Usually, before ordinary fracture surgery, if the patient takes aspirin orally, it would make the chief surgeon highly nervous. Now with this terrifying coagulation dysfunction, he could still sleep.

Tokyo University Hospital is considered the top of the medical field in Japan and is also a top presence in the world.

Shuntian Hospital in Japan is equivalent to Xiehe in China.

Now, the top professors at these two hospitals were all confused by Yang Ping.

The main professors in charge of the digital human project at Tokyo University also secretly arrived at the venue. If this surgery is really successfully completed by someone, then their model and algorithm may have to be overturned and restarted.

Simulated ten thousand times with a zero success rate, it's impossible for a doctor to succeed.

“Do you think Tokyo University's simulation technology isn't really junk like Dr. Yang said?”

“I don't think so, but since Dr. Yang said it is, I'm afraid it's not far from being junk.”

“I find this Dr. Yang getting weirder and weirder. Tokyo University has simulated it ten thousand times, and the result is the same every time, the patient dies during the surgery. He still wants to perform the surgery. I just don't understand him.”

“When do we ever understand? This is not the first time we've encountered this. It always opens our minds. Remember in the United States?”

“Yes, let's watch it. Just treat it as a movie.”

Huang Jiacai and Old Cheng were enjoying snacks provided at the venue while chatting. They were very comfortable.

The two were not shy, each holding a large plate, filled with a variety of snacks, eating with relish.

Sitting next to them happened to be a few professors from Tokyo University. One of them actually understood Chinese and turned green when he heard the two say Tokyo University's simulation technology was junk.

He wanted to argue, but didn't know how to organize his language.

If Tokyo University's simulation technology is junk, do they have better technology?

This professor stared at Old Cheng, looking like he wanted to fight.

Old Cheng felt his expression was not right. He was a Japanese and he didn't know him. Then he looked at the plate in his hand and the snack he had just put in his mouth.

“Japanese people are not so petty, are they? It's just eating some snacks, and they make a big deal about it. It's as if they want to fight.”

The fork in Old Cheng's hand was about to stab a beef steak, and he felt somewhat embarrassed to put it in his mouth.

“There's more over there, don't worry, the amount is enough! Plenty!” Old Cheng said in a bit of Japanese.

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The head nurse and the director of the anesthesiology department at Tokyo University Hospital personally stayed on duty. However, the patient's surgery was completely taken over by the Chinese team. They could only provide peripheral support and couldn't get directly involved.

The elite of the operating room staff was asked to stay behind and be on standby at all times.

President Fujiwara of the Intensive Care Unit is an important figure!

When Yang Ping woke up, he was escorted by Takahashi to the operating room of Tokyo University Hospital, where he changed into surgical scrubs and put on a mask and hat. Instead of rushing into the operating room, he stayed in the changing room to rest.

His calmness and composure were extraordinary.

Even Takahashi was very anxious. The usually difficult surgeries are performed under adapted conditions. Today's surgery is completely different – the patient has coagulation dysfunction, which could lead to uncontrollable bleeding.

Song Zimo knew that Yang Ping had reached the changing room, so he returned to the changing room to meet him.

“Call me once the patient's position is set. I will personally inspect the head stabilizer. I will perform the operation starting from the incision.”

“Understood!”

Song Zimo took the instructions. He knew that the most lethal threat to this surgery was hemostasis; any uncontrolled bleeding could be equal to death.

During a regular surgery, some minor bleeding points can be stopped by the body's self-coagulation function.

Once there is a coagulation dysfunction and coagulation time increases, these minor bleeding points can only be stopped manually by the surgeon.

Surgeries on the medulla oblongata and upper cervical spinal cord have almost zero tolerance to infiltration of blood.

He did not know how Yang Ping would complete this horrific surgery, but he had faith that Yang Ping could do it.

Because Yang Ping seemed to, inherently, not do anything he wasn't sure about. He would never put a patient in peril, never harm a patient's best interest, and never perform an operation just for the sake of operating.

If there was not a reasonable chance of success, Yang Ping would undoubtedly choose conservative treatment, which could extend the patient's life.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Fujiwara Tani was brought into the operating room, with Fujiwara Masao and Miyuki accompanying him the whole time.

The patient, who was too dangerous for countless top professors to operate on, was finally about to go on the operating table.

After anesthesia, he was placed in the prone position, naked, lying on the operating table, his head firmly fixed by a stabilizer.

“The coagulation function is still the same!”

The blood test report, performed after entering the operating room to check the coagulation function, had already been published and simultaneously displayed on the screen in the operating room.

“Do not disinfect first. Doctor Yang wants to check the status of the head fixation.”

Song Zimo directed the team in coordination.

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On the huge screen, two images were displayed: one was the surgical field of vision and the other was a panoramic view of the operating room.

Regardless of the outcome, the Japanese used 360-degree, all-angle filming. They were intent on capturing classic moments, not overlooking any detail, for research and learning.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room was tenser than watching the most thrilling movie. Though there was no music, they could feel the rhythm.

The door to the operating room opened, and Yang Ping, dressed in surgical scrubs, walked in. He was confident with his head held high, showing no signs of discouragement.

“Doctor Yang!”

Everyone in the operating room greeted Yang Ping.

Yang Ping simply nodded.

He went to the screen, carefully scanned the image, and then adjusted the head stabilizer by hand. Every screw was adjusted by him personally. With the assistance of Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang, he made the strictest adjustments to the position of the head stabilizer until he was satisfied.

He aimed to make the patient's position and the angle of the head fixation as consistent as possible with the system space during training.

“This surgery is special. Throughout the procedure, you all just need to handle the retractors. Apart from that, no other actions are allowed without my order. Also, there will be no questions during the operation. Any issues can be discussed after the operation.”

Yang Ping gave his instructions to Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang ahead of time, but it was also meant for everyone in the operating room.

This was because any distracting action could disrupt his own rhythm and cause abnormalities in the functioning of his brain and muscle memory.

“No matter how much bleeding occurs, you all do not need to worry or pay attention to it. Follow my rhythm with the pulling of the retractors. You understand.”

Song Zimo understood completely. They simply needed to handle the retractors, and Yang Ping would operate the entire surgery himself.

Moreover, they needed to follow his operation rhythm with the retractors. When he had completed hemostasis at one point, the retractors subtly moved in, but had to make space for him when anticipating another hemostasis spot.

“I will be in charge of altering the retractor position, and you only need to keep the retractor stable.”

Both Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang agreed.

Their teamwork was quite tacit already; during Ning Yu's surgery, during critical procedures they had worked in the same way. Yang Ping operated alone, Song Zimo adjusted the position of the retractors, Xu Zhiliang took over to maintain their position, and Song Zimo immediately adjusted another retractor in sequence.

“Instruments!”

Yang Ping glanced at the sterile instrument table.

“All set!”

Xiao Su had already neatly arranged the instruments. 24 bipolar electrocoagulation equipment were placed on the surgical table, propped up by a dedicated mini stand, their pointed ends in mid-air.

“In the operation, every time I call out a number, that will determine the model of the bipolar electrocoagulation to be used immediately next.”

“Understood!”

Xiao Su was already prepared.

“Wash hands and disinfect!”

Upon hearing Yang Ping's command, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang immediately left to wash their hands.

For this operation, Tokyo University Hospital had signed a liability waiver, so Komori Daisuke and Matsui Raizo didn't need to be on stage and were only on standby offstage.

Fujiwara Masao and Miyuki stayed in the operating room to accompany the entire surgery process.

“Please, Doctor Yang!”

Miyuki bowed to Yang Ping again.

“Don't worry, trust me!”

Yang Ping didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only say that.

Miyuki nodded, looking at Yang Ping with a complicated expression.

Upon returning from hand washing, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang began to disinfect.

Takahashi brought a stool for Yang Ping to sit on. Yang Ping sat on the stool, closed his eyes to rest, and performed one final simulation.

Chapter end

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