Chapter 256: Chapter 0240: China’s Twin Titans
“Everyone, do not leave, those without surgery, those not on call, all co back!”
People in the teaching room were beginning to leave.
Fujiwara Masao shouted excitedly, like a roar.
Everyone was scared and went back to the teaching room.
They did not give up on the surgery, but continued with it. They had decided to climb this Mount Everest by themselves.
Yang Ping, Song Zimo–
Two young doctors with no fa, the skill of the chief surgeons far surpassed Takahashi and Sasaki, the assistants were also extraordinary, not inferior to Takahashi and Sasaki.
Four hands, as if by magic, operating in different areas above and below. Over thirty blood vessels had been handled above, and several below. This was a situation where Takahashi could not proceed.
The speed of the chief surgeon was getting faster and faster, while the speed of the helper gradually slowed down, because the following blood vessels were becoming more difficult and increasingly dangerous to handle.
The Chief Surgeon was getting into a groove, the tissue scissors were extrely nimble, wandering between the blood vessels and surrounding tissue adhesions, the tips constantly opening and closing like a spirited snake, bit by bit severing the adhesions, successfully separating the blood vessels.
Handling such adhesion deformity of blood vessels in dangerous areas, so boldly, how confident the surgeon must be in his own skill, a slight mishandling could lead to irreversible consequences.
The hands were sotis cooperating and sotis operating independently, switching seamlessly.
Blood vessels were continuously being separated, clamped, severed, and sutured. Only the dangerous area of the liver, gallbladder, and pancreas was left in the upper end.
“Mr.Fujiwara —”
Fujiwara waved his hand, indicating the person speaking not to disturb him.
It was so magical. It was unbelievable that such surgeons existed in the world. How did he manage to do it?
Finally, they reached the dangerous area of the liver, gallbladder, and pancreas. The speed of the scissors was still undiminished. Each cut was like cutting Fujiwara’s heart, scaring him out of his wits.
Soon, the blood vessels in this extrely dangerous area were successfully separated and sutured.
Fujiwara Masao originally wanted to see how he overca the difficulties and completed the separation and suturing of the blood vessels, but the Chief Surgeon finished it so easily that it seed as if there were no difficulties in front of the Chief Surgeon.
“Mr.Fujiwara ——”
The people around him called out again. Fujiwara ca back to his senses: “What’s the matter? Let’s talk about it later.”
“Senior Sasaki is in trouble, we need you to step in.” A doctor reported.
“Oh!”
Fujiwara gently responded, his gaze still locked onto the screen, reluctant to leave, but there’s no help about it, Sasaki needed him.
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“Who is this doctor?”
ng Heng asked Professor Su.
Even though there was an introduction on the screen: Sanbo Hospital, Yang Ping, Orthopedic Attending Physician, ng Heng still asked.
Professor Su was grinning from ear to ear: “Professor Han’s student, Yang Ping——” ntioning Professor Han’s student made him feel sour inside.
What are you so proud of? He’s not your student. This was what ng Heng thought while looking at Professor Su’s expression.
“His student? Impossible, right? That young man from last night.” Fu Shancheng was sowhat skeptical.
“Yes!” Professor Su was a little excited.
The rhythm of instrunts entering the surgical field in the video was excellent, the coordination was seamless.
This young girl, she’s got so skills! Professor Su muttered to himself, aning both literal and taphorical.
The processing at the bottom end seed to be much less complex, but Song Zimo was finding it increasingly difficult. After handling ten blood vessels, he had to pause, and said in embarrassnt: “Brother, the rest of the blood vessels are wrapped around the adrenal gland. I dare not move them anymore, I can’t assist you anymore.”
He had done very well. This was where Takahashi had been unable to make any headway. In the areas where Takahashi had encountered difficulties, Song Zimo had completed surgery on ten blood vessels.
Yang Ping gave him a thumbs-up: “You go and do the upper left limb re-implantation. Leave this part to .”
In just ten more minutes, Yang Ping completely handled the upper part and both sides, taking over the bilateral adrenal periphery that Song Zimo had been unable to finish.
Once the adrenal gland is damaged, it can cause abnormal hormone secretion, severely affecting people’s physiological functions and endangering life.
He still stuck with sharp dissection. Blunt dissection relies on tearing, whereas sharp dissection relies on cutting. There’s an obvious difference between tearing grass and cutting grass; one is clearly more refined than the other.
The sharp ophthalmic scissors, in the hand of the Chief Surgeon, seed to have a spirit of their own. Each opening and closing never too much or too little, just enough to exert its maximum potential, without causing any collateral damage.
Under the sharp dissection of the ophthalmic scissors, the adrenal gland was exposed, the malford blood vessels enveloping it were excised, clamped, severed, and sutured, one by one.
After separating the top, bottom, and sides, the blood vessel mass was finally lifted and the surgeons began to address the blood vessels connected to the front side of the spine.
Old Han’s fingers were tapping rrily on his thigh, This kid, with the help of a 3D reconstruction of blood vessels, he’s nailed this surgery.
After today, the sign of Sanbo Orthopedics will officially be established. They have taken a solid step towards a dream that started ten years ago.
Yang Ping! Fujiwara Miyuki will rember this na. Those unwavering eyes seed capable of conquering everything.
She once thought that after her brother, among the younger generation of orthopedic doctors, no one could surpass Takahashi and Sasaki. No matter how difficult the surgery was, they would always complete it with composure.
But today, this young doctor made the brilliant Takahashi lose his luster.
Takahashi’s body was rigid. His surgical skills were a bit inferior to that of the assistant, not to ntion the formidable lead surgeon.
If the gap was small, he might still remain proud and arrogant. But now, the gap was so large that it was insurmountable, no matter how hard he tried.
Such a gap was suffocating, filled with despair, and utterly fatal. There was no ray of hope in sight.
Takahashi felt the need for oxygen now, his chest was suffocating. Because of his emotional turbulence, his coronary arteries contracted and his brain was starved of oxygen, leaving him in severe confusion.
Takahashi graduated from the Tokyo University dical Departnt with the top score. Tokyo University is the hardest university to get into in Japan, and its dical departnt is the hardest to enter. Since the first day of his dical career, he has shone like a star.
Top-notch talent, university, hospital, and teachers cultivated him into the doctor that he is today. He is the brightest star in Japan’s orthopedics field.
He was invited all over the world to lecture. Every ti, including at the North Arican Trauma Surgery Annual eting, he was invited as a major speaker, always sitting in the first row.
When he ca to China this ti, from the mont he got off the plane, he didn’t even take a proper look at this city or anyone here. He thought he was on a different level from them, superior, looking down on them.
Now, his surgical skills were inferior to that of an assistant’s.
While the surgery continued, he gave it his all but could only take ten steps while the others effortlessly ran a hundred.
At this point, the entire vessel tumor had been removed. Yang Ping took it out from the abdominal cavity, dripping with blood.
Every single blood vessel had been treated. The large vessels were sutured, even the smaller vessels were either ligated or coagulated. The vessels he treated were far more than just the hundreds.
Twenty minutes in, and the assistant had only helped deal with ten, but he dealt with over a hundred major vessels, almost one per second. What kind of speed was this?
On the left screen, Sasaki encountered difficulties with the final pancreatic duct reconstruction. Due to the fetus’s restlessness, he didn’t dare to proceed. Fujiwara Masao took over, and as expected from a teacher!
Even with the restless fetus, he finished the final reconstruction of the pancreatic duct in just over ten minutes.
Artificial amniotic fluid was injected, the fetus was returned to the correct position, and the uterus was closed up, bringing the surgery to an end.
The left video was closed, the right one continued, the screen switched from half to full.
The blood vessel tumor was like a large, bloody sponge, being placed into a large tal basin. It needed to be sent for pathological examination after the surgery.
With the issues in the abdominal cavity resolved, they released the clamp on the undamaged aorta. There were still a few minutes left. They repositioned the intestines, inserted a drain, and closed up the abdon.
Yang Ping took a brief rest while waiting for Song Zimo to complete the limb re-implantation.
Re-implantation of the limb wasn’t a daunting task for them. This amputated limb, which was now ready to be re-attached, was only used to preserve the appendage. There would be a second surgery later on to fully restore its functionality.
They finished reattaching the left arm, and finally, they had to reattach the facial parts. This was quite a complex surgery.
“Professor Han, are these two the stars of traumatology in your China?” Fujiwara Miyuki asked.
Old Han smiled and said, “China is so big, there are people beyond people, and skies beyond skies. I can’t confirm if they are the two stars, but they are indeed excellent surgeons.”
Takahashi remained silent, unsure of what to say. Accustod to arrogance, he didn’t even know how to respond anymore.
His phone vibrated a couple of tis before he noticed it. He turned his head and spoke softly, “Teacher Fujiwara, yes, alright.”
Fujiwara Masao wanted him to stay in China, at Sanbo, and learn from Sanbo Hospital’s trauma orthopedics for a week.
“You spoke with Teacher Fujiwara?”
Even though he was her older brother, Fujiwara Miyuki still addressed him as ‘teacher’.
“Yes!”
Takahashi’s face turned red. He didn’t ntion Fujiwara’s instructions and figured he’d talk about it later when it was more convenient, he needed to adjust his mindset first.
They began reconstructing the maxillofacial area. Little Five ca over to help, and Song Zimo let Yang Ping rest. He began to clean the wounds, on the patient’s face and on the severed half of his face, taken from the refrigerator.
After switching gloves, he used a steel plate to fix the mandible and the cheekbone. Then he separated the blood vessels and nerves. The severed half of the face, which included half an ear, needed to be replanted.
Yang Ping stepped up to the plate. He worked with his hands suspended in mid-air. Unlike Japan, they didn’t have micro caras, only a traditional Carl Zeiss surgical microscope.
The patient was still moving a bit, but it didn’t affect the surgery. In a matter of minutes, Yang Ping had connected the most important vessels. The remaining work was handed over to Song Zimo.
The two brothers made their na from limb re-implantation, so, what challenges could this surgery pose?
Like completing a minor wound stitching, Song Zimo finished the subsequent steps, and they easily wrapped up the complex maxillofacial reimplantation surgery.
A truly thrilling maxillofacial reimplantation surgery ended without a sound.
The word “Thank you” appeared on the screen, and the video was turned off.
Everyone wanted more! That was the feeling on everyone’s mind.
Ou Lichun, who had attended the network conference of Trauma Orthopedics and watched the five-section replantation last ti, tipped over a can of cola.
When the surgery ended, the can of cola hadn’t been touched at all, but the glass used as an ashtray, filled halfway with water, was now empty with only a few cigarette butts left at the bottom.
This ti, when the surgery concluded, he felt a fierce urgency in his bladder.
He needed to rush to the bathroom, that was his first reaction.
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