Surgery Godfather Chapter 1639: 1195: Divine Speed Pressure

Chapter 1639: Chapter 1195: Divine Speed Pressure

“The back is the area hit by the heavy object. The skin is completely bruised and contaminated, making it unsuitable for incision, so we have to choose the anterior approach, hence the supine position.” Tan Boyun explained why it wasn’t the prone position and wasn’t preparing for posterior surgery.

Both anterior and posterior approaches are no problem for Yang Ping; any part of the body can be a surgical approach. For Yang Ping, who is extrely skilled in anatomy, this is entirely feasible.

The so-called classic surgical approaches are just a concept in his mind now; he can design any optimal surgical approach as needed temporarily.

The spinal cord in this plane has been severed; recovery of lower limb function is hopeless, but so recovery in upper limb function is still possible.

However, the current goal is to save a life; as for functional recovery, that can be considered later. Saving a life is the fundantal principle of ergency care.

Any actions that contradict saving a life should be put aside for now.

Yang Ping put on a surgical gown, wore gloves, took a surgical knife from the instruntal nurse, and quickly exposed the fractured area.

The surgery process is roughly like this: after exposing the injured area, a careful exploration is needed to understand what structures are damaged, the extent of the damage, and corresponding treatnt asures must be prepared swiftly for rescue.

Then combine the fractured cervical vertebrae, fix them firmly with steel plates and screws, and repair blood vessels, nerves, muscles, tendons, ligants, and joint capsules. The whole surgical procedure is similar to a replantation.

This surgery can be seen as an autologous head replantation.

Autologous head replantation reminded Yang Ping of Professor Manstein’s obsession with the head transplant surgery. Isn’t it basically allogeneic head replantation? Whether allogeneic or autologous replantation, the surgical principles are the sa; the difference is one uses one’s own head with one’s body, and the other uses one’s head with another body, one without rejection and one with.

As Yang Ping thought, his hand movents never slowed down; many basic things have beco instinctual, like not needing to think with the brain, as the hands perform without error.

It’s like a pianist playing a familiar piece, without needing to think or recall the score; the fingers dance over the keys as each note springs forth.

He himself doesn’t know how touching the keyboard allows him to play.

This is how Yang Ping operates; all surgeries are actually composed of basic modules. Regardless of how unfamiliar the surgery is, those modules automatically assemble in his mind into a complete, mature surgery with a clear path and steps.

Today’s instruntal nurse hardly has experience partnering with Yang Ping, and Assistant Director Tan hasn’t assisted in many surgeries with Yang Ping either.

Once they started, they couldn’t keep up with the pace, completely out of sync.

The anesthesiologist checks various tubes, and the patrolling nurse is changing blood bags.

The ergency operating room is like this, chaotic, with doctors and nurses bustling around, but order within the chaos.

The skin at the front of the neck is incised, fascia opened, muscles under the electric knife produce a burnt sll, dark red congested blood gushes out, while the suction makes a sizzling sound.

During such life-saving surgeries, Yang Ping’s surgical speed reaches its maximum.

Every surgical instrunt seems stuck to Yang Ping’s hands, almost like performing magic. The switching of instrunts is quick without making mistakes, dazzling Director Tan’s eyes.

“Place a large curved plate here, put all the instrunts I need here, don’t move them.”

Clearly, they couldn’t keep up with the pace, so Yang Ping had to do it himself.

He reported the instrunts he needed and those that needed to be replaced. The instruntal nurse’s role was just to prepare the instrunts, not to deliver them, as Yang Ping would reach out to take what he needed and lightly place them back on the curved plate after use.

Not only was the nurse out of sync, but Director Tan also couldn’t keep up at all. It was the first ti seeing soone perform surgery so fast; when he thought it was ti to help open the skin, Yang Ping had already split the muscles, and when he realized he needed to help hold the muscles, the other had already let him temporarily fix the vertebrae.

Yang Ping had already requested saline; the assistant and instruntal nurse couldn’t keep up, but Yang Ping couldn’t wait for them—not because he couldn’t wait, but because death would not wait for them.

Yang Ping had to skip this step and proceed to the next, adding the saline rinse and clearing congested blood once it was delivered.

Steps weren’t important at this point; achieving the target as quickly as possible was.

Yang Ping didn’t scold or yell, but his voice was loud, clear, and full of pressure. Tan Boyun, usually pressuring others, was now under imnse pressure, lagging behind.

Yang Ping wouldn’t urge them because he knew urging wasn’t effective and could sotis backfire.

During Yu Shuilian’s rescue, Tan Boyun didn’t see Yang Ping’s speed, which was a regret, as that was a surgery with the professor at full throttle.

On that day, both Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang were physically exhausted, almost collapsing in the end.

Director Tan had only heard stories about that surgery; today, such god-level speed finally appeared before him.

“Steel plate, electric drill, screwdriver,” and then Yang Ping reported all the screw sizes needed.

The patrolling nurse was smart; she brought in several nurses, promptly assigning tasks—so assisted on stage, others recorded Yang Ping’s orders, and so even took notes.

After reporting the screws, Yang Ping also listed the next set of instrunts needed.

The patrolling nurse imdiately set up another instrunt table. Luckily, the ergency operating room was spacious.

While instructing the nurses, Yang Ping’s hand movents never stopped or slowed down; issuing orders never interfered with his operation.

“Hold the retractors properly, don’t move around unnecessarily, just focus on exposing properly, and don’t let your eyes wander—the instrunts are their concern.”

Yang Ping reprimanded Director Tan.

Actually, Director Tan was also anxious; while holding the retractors, he wanted to give so reminders and prompts to the nurses. Relatively speaking, he was more familiar with the surgical steps than the nurses.

Unexpectedly, as his eyes shifted, Professor Yang had already moved to the next step, requiring the retractors to be repositioned.

The world was vast, and Tan Boyun was usually dominant, but now he reined in all his impatience and pride before Professor Yang. He beca like a student with an excellent temperant, visibly a bit nervous.

Even the nurses nearby remarked on how Director Tan’s temper seed surprisingly mild today, his voice gentle, and even his eyes were clearer—unlike his usual fiery temper.

“Oh, okay, okay, I just want to pull this part a bit.”

“Don’t bother; I’ll move the retractors there when necessary.”

“Oh, oh, oh.”

“Don’t let your eyes wander; focus on the surgical field and your retractor.”

“Oh, yes, I know.”

“Make the retractors flexible; why are you making them stiff?”

“Oh, oh.”

“Hold steady, why are you shaking?”

“Oh, okay, I won’t shake.”

The doctors nearby felt an urge to laugh, but the dire scenario prevented them from doing so.

Thinking fast, acting fast, maintaining high concentration requires ntal and physical exertion. Sweat drenched Director Tan’s back.

He had never seen cervical spine surgery done so fiercely and swiftly—the sight was enough to make Director Tan’s forehead sweat.

Swish, swish, swish, the steel plate screws were put in, and anterior plate fixation was completed.

Now it’s ti to repair the blood vessels. The vertebral artery is relatively large, so to save ti, no microscope is needed; the vessel can be sewn with the naked eye.

Everyone took a sigh of relief; repairing blood vessels required delicate operations, unhurried by nature. Surely, everyone could take a breath now?

But everyone was disappointed. Yang Ping, finishing with the needle and thread for vascular repair, never slowed down, almost like sewing skin, nothing like vessel sewing at all.

“Stay sharp, cut the thread, be careful, don’t touch the vessel, and don’t cut too short.”

Due to prolonged high-speed pace, Director Tan’s hands trembled a bit.

Outside the operating room,