Professor Fang wanted to stand up from the wheelchair. His two students who pushed him imdiately helped him up, using a pair of crutches to support him. After all, he had multiple fractures across his body and needed crutch assistance to reduce the stress on the internal fixation points throughout his body.
He moved around the surgical robot, touching here and examining there, asking detailed questions, which Chen Zhi answered one by one. Sotis he frowned, sotis he nodded, pondering over how to improve so key materials, which could enhance the precision and responsiveness of the surgical robot while possibly reducing costs.
"Engineer Chen, if it’s convenient for you, could you send over so of your technical data for to review? Don’t worry, I won’t take photos or make copies, I’ll return them after reading. As I just looked around your machine, I noticed several areas, including the material of the micro linear motor, that could be improved. Theoretically, improvents could enhance accuracy, responsiveness, and durability," Professor Fang said enthusiastically.
It turned out Professor Fang was interested in helping improve the material components of the surgical robot, which explained his keen interest in it.
"Of course, it’s convenient. I’ll bring the materials to your ward later. If it’s convenient for you, Professor Fang, I have a few questions regarding materials science that I’d like to consult with you," Chen Zhi seized the opportunity, as he had many unsolved questions in materials science that he wanted to ask the academician.
Yang Ping needed to leave the ward due to so issues, and Song Zimo sought him to discuss a case. As he was leaving the laboratory, Professor Fang and Chen Zhi were still discussing the surgical robot. Those who love technology cherish each other’s company and have many topics to discuss when they et.
In the doctor’s office, the professional electronic film-reading screen was already showing the post-operative review images of the conjoined sisters. John Ansen and Morris were also sitting nearby, all waiting for Professor Yang.
Song Zimo vacated the central seat, and Yang Ping sat down. There were many post-operative review images, with the MRI of the head showing that the edema in the brainstem and cervical spine had completely subsided. The X-rays of the spine indicated quite satisfactory spinal correction, with no slippage or displacent in the internal fixation, and the ultrasound showed no abnormalities in the position or size of the thoracic and abdominal organs, especially with good circulation in the cardiovascular system.
Despite reviewing all the images just now and thinking there were no issues, the final conclusion was still to be made by Professor Yang. Only when Professor Yang said there were no issues did Morris truly relax.
After reviewing the images, Yang Ping said, "There are no problems, everything is normal. You can walk normally now, but no sports; follow the recovery doctor’s advice for the rehabilitation schedule."
Feeling relieved, Morris knew it was ti for John Ansen to return ho, where many surgeries were piling up. Moreover, he needed to rush back to apply for the purchase of Ruixing’s surgical robot to facilitate future remote surgery connections with Sanbo Hospital. As for legal issues, he had thought it through, treating it as scientific research to avoid so clinical dical legal restrictions, as scientific research is generally handled more leniently and treated specially.
Laughter echoed down the hall. Morris knew it was his daughters, and speaking loudly in the ward was impolite, so he imdiately ran outside the office, presumably to educate the sisters; the noise abruptly ceased.
Then ca the sound of crutches hitting the ground, as the sisters arrived at the doctor’s office. The older sister was interested in observing the human skeleton model while the younger sister was intrigued by the human anatomy diagram on the wall.
The sisters remained silent, seemingly holding back with slight discomfort.
"Dad, can we talk now?"
"We’ll speak very softly."
Morris nodded, "Try to keep your voices low, and don’t linger for too long."
The two sisters nodded, then used their crutches to go about their own activities. The older sister moved around the human skeleton model, touching here and there. The younger sister looked up and muttered softly to herself.
After splitting up, they were no longer quarrelso but harmonious.
The joy of separation had far from dissipated, and they were now thoroughly interested in doing things independently, such as eating. Even when eating breakfast alone, they would smile genuinely, feeling this was an extrely joyful experience.
The pre-surgery clamor had now vanished like smoke, as if it had never happened. Morris finally understood why Professor Yang was indifferent to public opinion and regarded it as non-existent, as he never thought the surgery would fail. In his view, failure was simply not an option.
Curiously, Morris secretly observed Yang Ping’s hands, counting on purpose: five fingers on the left hand, five on the right. Nothing seed unusual, just that his fingers appeared longer than average, giving them a more slender look.
John Ansen ntioned that the dexterity of Chinese people’s hands is due to using chopsticks, explaining why Professor Yang’s hands are so nimble because he uses chopsticks to eat lobster, peeling the shell. To reach Professor Yang’s surgical prowess, John Ansen had already abandoned fork and knife, opting for chopsticks, for example when eating steak, using chopsticks along with a knife. He now carries a bunch of chopsticks wherever he goes, ready to replace any fork with his chopsticks.
Morris felt he should also imitate this practice. John Ansen must be right; mastering advanced surgical skills begins with using chopsticks.
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