Chapter 1591: Chapter 1173: What Kind of Person Is This?
After just an hour-long visit to the laboratory, Morris was now overwheld by Yang Ping’s tangible scientific prowess. In his eyes, Yang Ping seed like a god.
“Professor Yang! Mr. Morris wants to talk to you,”
John Ansen said anxiously, worried that Yang Ping would get busy with other matters.
For requests from the patient’s family, Yang Ping still tried to make so ti for them. However, he would not accommodate their requests indefinitely as it would waste valuable ti.
“Go ahead, see if there’s anything you don’t understand.” Yang Ping sat down.
This composure was sothing only Yang Ping could achieve worldwide. He had the confidence, having conducted countless surgical training sessions in the System Space. Cases that rarely appeared in reality were abundant here. In reality, doctors only get one chance, but in the System Space, Yang Ping had countless opportunities, allowing him to thoroughly study all the cases he encountered.
Therefore, surgeries that other doctors found helpless were quite straightforward for Yang Ping.
The experience accumulated through various attempts gave him a god’s-eye view of almost all surgeries, with the huge information gap and proficiency differences allowing him to handle any real-life surgery.
No other reason, just skillful hands.
Not only skillful hands, but his mind was also well-trained.
“I want to know if spinal correction is done at the sa ti? No need for a second phase?” Morris asked. Actually, this wasn’t a real question because Song Zimo had already discussed the surgical details with him. For Yang Ping, this wasn’t a surgical challenge. The only problem then was determining the true boundary of the fused brainstem, which is now solved.
But Morris couldn’t co up with other questions at the mont, so he picked up so non-issues in a panic, just to buy ti to think of genuine questions.
“All steps are completed in one surgery, with no second-phase surgery planned. We’ve calculated that spinal correction won’t take much ti and is within our ti budget.” Yang Ping’s tone was always so concise.
Now Morris couldn’t even co up with a question, hesitating and stamring.
Sotis, the sa person can transform completely with a different mindset.
“I understand now, no other questions, schedule the surgery.”
Morris said decisively.
Returning to the ward, Morris told his daughters he agreed to the surgery and asked for their opinion.
The two daughters, surprisingly in sync, hugged their dad and gave him a kiss: “You’re really a good dad, I knew you would agree to the surgery. You’re really an open-minded dad. You’re the best neurosurgeon in the United States.”
Then the two daughters high-fived each other in celebration, as they could finally beco independent normal individuals, an incredibly joyous event. The wife was also happy on the side.
Seeing his daughters’ joy, Morris finally realized how much they yearned to live like normal people, and how close he ca to ruining their hope due to his bias. Fortunately, John Ansen took him to visit the laboratory, giving him a firsthand look at true genius.
“Let take you out for a walk, have a seat at this famous bakery, and taste their bread. The bakery owner’s wife is one of Professor Yang’s patients. She was once left with only half her body due to a car accident, but Professor Yang pulled her back from the brink of death. Now she lives like a normal person with an electric prosthesis. This case is considered one of the world’s most classic trauma ergency cases, included in many textbooks, and is a must-learn case for trauma surgeons. We, as neurosurgeons, generally don’t encounter this case.”
John Ansen explained as he gestured, describing where she was amputated and how dangerous the situation was, while marveling at Professor Yang’s surgery. Although John Ansen wasn’t present at the surgery, he had seen the surgical video later in a WeChat group.
With John Ansen’s explanation, these classic cases seed like one magical box after another being opened, arousing Morris’ strong interest.
“Quick, quick, take to see it, and I’ll treat you to bread.” Morris urged, eager.
The two arrived at the Waterlily Bread Store on the first floor of Sanbo Hotel, where business was very good. Most custors were leaving with their bread at this ti, and there weren’t many dining in. John Ansen and Morris sat down.
Yu Shuilian walked over briskly. She moved conveniently using an electric prosthesis that she could control with her mind.
Morris wanted to keep staring, but felt it might be impolite. It was hard to imagine that this patient survived and could live a normal life. Her smile indicated she had a good quality of life.
“What would you two like?” Yu Shuilian asked in English. There were quite a few foreigners coming to her store, especially during Yang Ping’s wedding when there were long lines of foreigners daily, so Yu Shuilian learned so simple English.
“Do you still recognize , ma’am?” John Ansen asked in fluent Chinese.
Yu Shuilian looked at him but couldn’t recall imdiately. Too many foreigners had visited the store. She recognized August, Robert, Takahashi, and Manstein, but this person?
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