Chapter 1021: Chapter 845 Professor Y_2 Chapter 1021: Chapter 845 Professor Y_2 —
After four in the afternoon, Nie Shun’e had her tube removed, but since her intestines had been sutured, she couldn’t eat normally yet and would need 7-10 days before she could resu a normal diet.
She was required to fast for the first three days after surgery, sustaining herself on parenteral nutrition, then on the fourth day she would start on a liquid diet with things like milk rice soup, gradually transitioning to semi-liquids like thin porridge, and wouldn’t be able to eat normally until the tenth day post-operation.
When Nie Shun’e woke up and heard that her surgery had been very successful, she was overjoyed. At this point, she wasn’t demanding anything more than to live each additional day as it cos.
She requested to make a phone call to her husband, which the doctors and nurses allowed.
After getting through to her husband, Nie Shun’e said:
“Send a basket of fruit to the doctors, quick!”
The cost of a fruit basket was negligible; it was mostly about expressing gratitude.
The burly man who was her husband didn’t know much about such gestures but kept nodding in thanks to the doctors. It was only after his wife’s reminder that he thought to buy a fruit basket to thank Professor Yang and the ICU dical staff.
“Also, don’t forget to thank Director Fang, who is overseeing our stay at the hospital.”
“Alright, alright.”
Yuan Yulin nodded at the other end of the phone.
Nie Shun’e thought for a mont, “Also, tell the people from the charity organization that recomnded us to seek treatnt about our current situation when you have a chance. They previously instructed to keep them updated with information at all tis. They are good people; we must not forget them.”
Yuan Yulin had actually forgotten about this; indeed, at the ti, a person from the charity had entrusted him to keep them updated with treatnt information.
“Is there still enough money for the child’s living expenses?”
“Yes, there is!”
“Make sure you eat, don’t starve your stomach.”
“I know.”
Having just been weaned off the tube and regained consciousness, Nie Shun’e was still struggling to speak, her mind not entirely clear, so she could only say so much before handing the phone back to the nurse and adding, “Thank you all.”
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Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Departnt at Juntendo Hospital, Tokyo University.
Professor Sakurai sat in his office feeling very tired after performing surgeries for a full day as the departnt director. He was relaxing alone with a comic book to ease his mind.
Juntendo Hospital holds a position in Japan comparable to Xiehe Hospital in China. In fact, it was Juntendo that helped establish the dical faculty at Tokyo University years ago.
As a youthful and aspiring professional, Professor Sakurai, already in his forties, was the director of the Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Departnt at Juntendo. The departnt led by him was world-class, and he had consistently kept the mortality rate of his surgeries below one percent, while the average mortality rate for similar surgeries in Japan was two to three percent—placing him at the very top worldwide.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Professor Sakurai quickly tucked the comic away and replaced it with a Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery textbook, adopting a formal posture.
“Co in!”
The door opened and in ca Doctor Murakami, Sakurai’s colleague and friend. Murakami had recently been frequently consulting him about a case his classmate from the insurance company inquired about.
This case was particularly classic, which piqued Doctor Murakami’s interest, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so invested.
Murakami felt that Sakurai had the most authority to speak on this case since it involved ex-vivo resection of a tumor, and Sakurai was one of the world’s most successful doctors in performing such surgeries. He had led over a dozen cases of ex-vivo liver cancer or pancreatic cancer resections and had also perford ex-vivo resection of the pancreas and duodenum, making him an undeniable leader in this pioneering field of surgery.
In this domain, the only peer to Professor Sakurai was a doctor from the United States.
“Please, take a seat!”
Sakurai was very polite to his colleague.
“Sorry to trouble you again. It’s about that sa case from last ti. This is the latest information from my classmate. It seems the patient has undergone surgery, employing ex-vivo resection and autologous organ transplant, and is currently in stable postoperative condition. The surgery took just over eight hours,” Murakami directly updated on the latest patient status.
“Is it still the sa case from last ti? The one that involved eight organs? We saw the CT images together, ex-vivo resection? How is that possible? It’s pure fantasy, and moreover, the surgery lasted eight hours? Mr. Murakami, could there be so misunderstanding? No doctor could possibly perform surgery on this case, even if soone took the risk, it wouldn’t be successful. Even if she’s the luckiest patient in the world and the surgery was a success, it would probably take over forty hours.”
Mr. Murakami furrowed his brows, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too, but that’s the reply I got from my classmate. The patient is now in the ICU of the surgical hospital and has been extubated.”
Sakurai felt this was a layman’s joke, “I’m curious, why is your classmate’s insurance company so interested in this particular case?”
Mr. Murakami thought for a mont and said, “I’m not sure about that.”
However, Professor Sakurai also thought the case was of great research value. From his experience, it would be impossible for any doctor to complete an ex-vivo resection, so there must be so false information here.
“Do you realize how difficult it is to perform an ex-vivo resection that involves the liver, gall, pancreas, spleen, stomach, small intestine, inferior vena cava, and left kidney? If we assu a doctor could perform the resection, do you know how long it would take? Combined autotransplantation of just the liver and pancreas is already top-tier surgery, and even the most skilled surgeons need over a dozen hours. Just think about it, these eight organs, if we were to do ex-vivo resection, would involve five requiring autotransplantation, plus tumor resection, artificial blood vessel transplantation for the inferior vena cava, and so on— it would likely take forty hours,” Professor Sakurai analyzed for his colleague.
Mr. Murakami was also a hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgeon—how could he not know? But Sakurai wanted to help him see reality.
“But he says it’s true!”
Mr. Murakami was very curious about the case and had heard that the surgery was successfully completed. He was eager to know how the surgery was perford, and if possible, he even wanted to go see the case for himself.
“Could dical science in China have advanced to such an extent that it has left us far behind?” Mr. Murakami said, puzzled.
“This can’t be true. Do you think he is Professor Y from a manga?” Sakurai blurted out.
The atmosphere suddenly beca eerie as Mr. Murakami stared intently at Sakurai. Sakurai realized he had spoken too freely—what a blunder. Could Murakami have found out that he too was a manga fan?
“Sakurai? Are you also following the manga— ‘The Godfather of Surgery’?” Mr. Murakami asked.
How embarrassing, thought Sakurai. The manga was popular among dical students and young doctors, and at over forty, he feared being discovered as a fan. He was the dignified head of the surgery departnt—he was supposed to maintain a serious image, wasn’t he?
“Well—well—it’s just a recomndation from a student—just flipped through it a bit—”
Sakurai’s face turned red. It was definitely awkward when his persona was shattered.
It seed Mr. Murakami had found a kindred spirit, “Not to hide it from Mr. Sakurai, but I also read this manga. Professor Y is so impressive, rational with superb dical skills, he is my idol. The love story is also so moving; Miss Chiyoda loves him so much, but the professor knows nothing—it’s such a painful secret love.”
“Yes, Miss Chiyoda truly loves the professor the most. Only soone like her is worthy of a man like the professor. I really hope they end up together.”
“Miss Chiyoda has already rejected proposals from influential families because she only has the professor in her heart. She wants no one else but him.”
“What a beautiful love story.”
“It’s not only popular here but also among the students at Tokyo University.”
“Do you have the latest issue?”
“I just got the newest one from soone at Tokyo University.”
“You’re such a tease, lend it to quickly.”
“What will happen to that young girl in the end?”
“I don’t know yet, but the professor must have a way, right? The cactus on her windowsill is still vivid green, which ans life is stubbornly holding on.”
“I really hope the professor can save her, otherwise, I’ll cry.”
“ too!”
“Mr. Murakami, I’m studying the professor’s ultimate technique from the manga—One-Stroke Flow.”
“One-Stroke Flow is tough, I’ve practiced a lot and still haven’t gotten the hang of it.”
“Please rember to bring the latest issue.”
“I’ll bring it over tomorrow morning.”
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