Surgery Godfather Chapter 1032 - 1032 852 Which Immortal

Chapter 1032: Chapter 852: Which Immortal? Chapter 1032: Chapter 852: Which Immortal? Late at night, Director Fang imdiately called Yang Ping, who was far away in Beijing, informing him that Pan Doudou had located a suitable donor and surgery was urgently needed.

Such a surgery was definitely beyond what Director Fang could handle alone; it required Yang Ping’s return.

However, Director Fang could start the procedure and continue while waiting for Yang Ping. Although this approach carried certain risks, it was the only available option.

Yang Ping woke from his sleep and calculated the ti. Although he would miss the optimal surgery window, there was still ti to make it. He imdiately began searching for the earliest flight back to Nandu. Just as he had secured a ticket, Director Fang called again, saying the family had changed their minds and refused organ donation, causing the surgery to be postponed.

Director Fang’s sudden news was alarming, but Yang Ping had grown accustod to this. His phone’s ring could wake him imdiately, and he could clear his mind in an instant. After hanging up, he could quickly fall asleep again upon lying back down on the bed.

Since this was the case, Yang Ping was no longer in a rush to return and continued his teaching duties at Xiehe Hospital, deciding to go back to sleep.

The next day, Professor Liang’s eting was still not finished, but he returned early because he wanted to see Yang Ping.

In the next day’s surgery, Song Yun and Kong Weiquan were key players, but other doctors were also given a chance to perform certain tasks. Yang Ping primarily provided guidance from the sidelines. With a group of young doctors working together, everyone felt quite relaxed.

Around ten in the morning, Professor Liang called to say he had arrived at the changing room. Yang Ping imdiately went out to et him. Professor Liang looked healthier and spoke with a strong voice.

As they walked together, Professor Liang said, “This conference I attended focused on regenerative biodicine, which is currently a forefront and a strategic high ground in life sciences and dical research. In particular, the stem cell field is highly valued by the country. However, the technology is heavily guarded internationally, especially by the Western countries, which also block us from accessing related experintal equipnt. The situation is not optimistic, as you know. Our attempts to attract leading talents have failed, so we must progress step by step on our own. How is your project progressing?”

“Don’t worry, the project is going quite smoothly,” Yang Ping responded.

Professor Liang was very pleased. “That’s great. We shouldn’t rush. We must follow the intrinsic laws of scientific research and aim for a breakthrough within five years and substantial success within ten years. We must be patient and endure solitude.”

“Young people must take care of their health and certainly not overwork themselves. In scientific work, you need scientific rest. Any difficulties at work?” Professor Liang added.

“Nothing too challenging at the mont; everything is going well. The leadership at the hospital has been very supportive of everything I do,” Yang Ping continued the conversation.

“Xia Changjiang is a capable and decisive director, and Han Jiangong has a unique vision. I am more at ease with you being at Sanbo Hospital than anywhere else.”

“Thank you for your concern, Professor Liang.”

“Of course, we are getting old; the world belongs to your generation.”

As they passed the pancreatic surgery operating room, a nurse hurriedly pushed a trolley with many bags of blood into the room.

Looking through the small glass window in the door, Professor Liang said, “Let’s go in; I want to speak with Director Long.”

At that mont, Director Long was intently performing surgery on the operating table. It seed that a blood vessel had snapped back after being cut, making it difficult to stop the bleeding, so he was searching within the abdominal cavity for the bleeding vessel. Through a gap among the observers, Yang Ping glanced inside and saw Director Long continuously stuffing gauze into the area; the bleeding must have been significant, and the vessel looked quite large.

But Director Long deserved his reputation; he remained calm and composed, diligently searching for the blood vessel while still managing to keep an eye on the happenings around the operating room.

“Pancreatic cancer surgery, quite troubleso. A blood vessel has snapped back, probably a tumor’s aberrant vessel; the bleeding is pretty severe,” Director Long said to Professor Liang who had just walked in, even though he kept his head down searching, perhaps catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye or hearing Professor Liang’s voice.

“Pack it with gauze, use the aortic clamp; if that doesn’t work, temporarily block the aorta. It’s turned upside down indeed, really thought you could get the better of ,” Director Long scolded the receding blood vessel.

“Xiao Lu, notify the Intervention Departnt, if it really doesn’t work, we might need to do an angiography to see if we can embolize it,”

Director Long was a master with many tactics, having seen all sorts of situations; he was not intimidated by a retracting blood vessel.

“What kind of surgery is this?” Yang Ping casually asked a graduate student next to him.

The graduate student ntioned that it was pancreatic cancer, tricky in how it had grown. Not only was the duodenum affected, but the tumor also invaded the spleen and liver, growing around the pancreas and liver blood vessels, particularly throwing out from the hepatic portal and entangling with the vessels. The patient was young, in his thirties, and his family had sold their house to afford the surgery at Xiehe Hospital.

“How much blood is prepared?” Director Long asked.

At this ti, blood was the most precious resource; it could extend life and buy ti, giving doctors the opportunity to perform the rescue.

“4 units of suspended red blood cells!”

4 units of suspended red blood cells, totaling 800 milliliters of blood—nowhere near enough with the blood flowing like a tap; it was almost a joke.

Initially, the surgery was not led by Director Long but by a young deputy chief physician, Director Liao, who had perford the surgery beautifully, especially for pancreatic cancer, which was quite an achievent. But he had one flaw: extre self-confidence, or so-called arrogance due to his skill.