Surgery Godfather Chapter 527 - 527 479 Old Friend

Chapter 527: Chapter 479 Old Friend Chapter 527: Chapter 479 Old Friend Fujiwara Masao wanted to et Yang Ping before the case discussion. Checking the ti, Takahashi said:

“Dr. Yang, Professor Fujiwara wants to see you; he is waiting for you in his office.”

“I should visit him.”

Yang Ping courteously replied.

Leaving the Neurosurgery ICU, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang headed to the venue for the case discussion, while Takahashi took Yang Ping to Fujiwara Masao’s office, where Fujiwara had been waiting for quite a while.

Fujiwara Masao is about the sa age as Director Han; he has cropped hair mixed with so white but looks very energized.

The first ti Yang Ping saw Fujiwara Masao, he suddenly thought of Mr. Funakoshi from “Hero of Kung Fu”, especially his temperant – they’re incredibly similar.

“Professor Fujiwara! This is Dr. Yang from Sanbo Hospital!”

“This is my teacher, Mr. Fujiwara!”

Takahashi introduced them respectfully.

“Dr. Yang Ping!”

Fujiwara Masao was sowhat impatient; he imdiately stood up, bowed slightly, and then shook Yang Ping’s hand.

This top Japanese professor was a little excited at the mont, finally eting Yang Ping.

Although Fujiwara knew that Yang Ping was very young and still a doctoral student, seeing him in person, he couldn’t help but exclaim—he’s too young.

Among the elite surgeons, even those referred to as young people are mostly in their mid-thirties.

Highly talented individuals like Mitsui and Sasaki, who’ve achieved success before the age of thirty-five, are very rare even in Japan.

However, the Yang Ping in front of him is much younger than Mitsui and Sasaki.

“Real heroes are always young!”

Fujiwara expressed a famous Chinese proverb in Japanese.

The first ti Fujiwara learned about Yang Ping was in last year’s academic conference at Sanbo Hospital, where both hospitals live-stread their surgeries.

Originally, Fujiwara didn’t take Sanbo Hospital seriously and participated in the conference for the sole purpose of promoting dical techniques.

Surprisingly, that conference subverted Fujiwara’s previous understanding; a young doctor actually completed a surgery that had once been a thorn in his side.

Later, he sent Takahashi and Miyuki for further study, and they brought back a large amount of data. After in-depth research, Fujiwara had to admit that Yang Ping is a genius surgeon.

“I didn’t expect Dr. Yang to be so young!”

Fujiwara Masao was very excited, repeating these words, the man who he often heard about from his sister—the man standing at the top of the world.

Indeed, the confidence gleaming in their eyes gives people the feeling of being at the peak.

“Please sit!”

Fujiwara cannot speak Chinese, so he uses Takahashi to communicate with Yang Ping, but he has taught himself so simple Chinese phrases for exchanging greetings, such as hello, please sit, goodbye.

Takahashi poured the tea while sitting beside him:

“Professor Fujiwara heard that you like tea, so he has prepared authentic Chinese Longjing.”

“Thank you very much, I have heard a lot about Professor Fujiwara; his achievents in orthopedics.” Words of courtesy, Yang Ping felt obligated to say.

“You flatter , Dr. Yang! I’m very glad to et you, Takahashi and Miyuki have ntioned you countless tis—for your imaginative innovations, masterful surgical skills, and surpassing calmness in crisis. Therefore, I must invite Dr. Yang to be the chief surgeon at Tokyo University Hospital. You may have been inford by Takahashi, this matter is regarded as a challenge to traditional authority in Tokyo University Hospital, but I don’t see it that way. I believe that dicine should be pure, all efforts should only have one goal, to relieve the patient’s pain, anything else is of secondary importance.” Fujiwara raised his cup to invite Yang Ping to taste the tea.

“I greatly admire Professor Fujiwara’s insights,” replied Yang Ping.

Yang Ping took a small sip, this Longjing, was indeed authentic.

Having started drinking tea with Director Han, Yang Ping now knew a bit about tea.

“Please, don’t be polite, I’ve watched your surgical videos and I’ve seen your anatomy drawings—which I’ve treasured, they’re simply works of art. I’ve also read Dr. Yang’s papers with reverence, after reading each one carefully, I found them all to be wisdom-filled innovations in dicine. I firmly believe that Dr. Yang will shine in world dicine in the future. In the discussion of cases later, there may be so discord, I’ve tried my best to avoid it, but I can’t control it, so vanity has nurtured prejudice and arrogance in Tokyo University Hospital, I hope Dr. Yang does not mind.”

“The more intense academic debates, the better we can analyze problems, I thank Professor Fujiwara for defying public opinion, inviting to do the surgery, I thank you on behalf of the patient and his family!”

“That is a doctor’s duty, I like the words that Dr. Yang often uses—duty! All I’ve done is to uphold a doctor’s duty.”

Takahashi or Miyuki, must often talk to Fujiwara about Yang Ping, since Fujiwara was very familiar with Yang Ping, even to the extent of knowing his usual vocabulary.

“This is your anatomical drawing, I have it enlarged. Dr. Yang, the surgical approach you designed is very scientific, the internal approach to the brainstem and upper spinal cord is in the gap between the many nerve clusters, and the external approach to the skull and spinal canal also coordinates with the internal approach, the whole approach is very finely connected. To design such a complex route, the prerequisite is at least a few hundred normal anatomical studies of the brainstem and upper spinal cord, plus a few hundred pathological anatomical studies, I can’t figure out how Dr. Yang could have accumulated so much. As for the safety and effect of the surgery, it is demonstrated in Professor Feng’s case, many people think that it’s just a coincidence, but I never think so, the so-called coincidence, in fact, hides an undiscovered necessity.”

Yang Ping’s hand drawing is displayed enlarged on the computer screen.

Fujiwara Masao is indeed a top expert in Japanese surgery, a master, his research into the issue is far deeper than ordinary people.

Indeed, Yang Ping in the system space, has experienced hundreds of normal dissecting experints, and hundreds of pathological dissecting experints, before designing this perfect safety route.

dicine must be built on accumulated experience, there is no shortcut.

“I just put in more effort than others,” Yang Ping did not want to explain too much.

Fujiwara Masao seed to have a realization:

“I understand now! Kekule, in order to figure out the molecular structure of benzene, thought about it day and night, one day, he dread of a snake biting its own tail, forming a ring. When he woke up, he was inspired by his dream to co up with the benzene ring structure hypothesis. That is the inspiration that cos from being fully engaged. Dr. Yang’s inspiration naturally cos from being fully engaged in dicine.”

His talent and dedication made this young man more likely than others to achieve breakthroughs.

“This new approach, although very scientific and ingenious, is fraught with danger when it is implented. Are you confident?”

Fujiwara Masao had been studying it for a long ti and was very aware of the difficulty of the operation.

“As a doctor, I hardly ever take aningless risks because life happens only once and cannot be repeated,” Yang Ping answered.

Never fight a battle without confidence, this was Yang Ping’s motto.

“Well said. I really want to know, on this route where you have to pass through nerve clusters, if you inadvertently damage the nerve clusters, even minor damage, especially here, is there a contingency plan?”

Fujiwara Masao’s finger fell on the most dangerous part of the drawing.

“Professor Fujiwara, in this kind of surgery, on this route, there should be no mistakes, so—there is no contingency plan, and no need for one!”

Fujiwara Masao gasped.

Such self-assured tone!

However, Yang Ping is correct. For such surgery, there’s absolutely no redial asure. A misstep would an cardiac arrest, irreversible.

“Takahashi, find out when the eting starts,” he said.

Fully aware that Professor Fujiwara wanted a private conversation with Yang Ping, Takahashi stepped out of the office and closed the door behind him.

“Dr. Yang, I’m really sorry for the predicant you are in. I have sothing non-academic to discuss with you,” Fujiwara said cautiously.

“Mr. Fujiwara, feel free to say,” Yang Ping replied, curious about what Professor Fujiwara wanted to talk about.

“As an elder brother, I deeply apologize for the inconvenience my sister, Miyuki, has caused you. Please forgive her for being straightforward.”

Fujiwara’s words seed sincere.

Yang Ping, still unsuspecting, realized now that the matter concerned Miyuki.

“Miss Miyuki is sincere and straightforward. She hasn’t really caused much trouble. You don’t have to worry about it, Mr. Fujiwara.”

“Miyuki, being the youngest in the family, has been always doted on since childhood. I rember, I was already at university when she was born. Recently, her marriage arranged by the family was vehently rejected by her, causing great embarrassnt for the elderly at ho and it had given a great headache.”

In Japan, the adage that the eldest brother should act like a father, a traditional Chinese culture, is still clearly evident.

Arranged marriages still persist in Japan?

However, Yang Ping thought, it would be the sa anywhere else. Marriage in families like Fujiwara’s isn’t simple anymore, but more of a ans of resource integration.

Fujiwara Masao couldn’t resist stealing glances at Yang Ping during their conversation, which he knew was impolite.

Miyuki’s taste is really not bad, but alas, unrequited love.

Fujiwara sighed inwardly.

“Dr. Yang, let accompany you to the conference!”

Fujiwara raised his hand to check his wrist watch.

“Thank you!” Yang Ping stood up from his seat.

Fujiwara hoped that he could control the atmosphere in the conference hall to avoid any awkwardness.

With Takahashi leading the way, Professor Fujiwara accompanied Yang Ping. During their walk, he talked about the conditions of Tokyo University Hospital and asked about the recent activities of Professor Han Jianguo.

“How is Professor Han doing recently?”

“He’s doing very well.”

Fujiwara ntioned that when Han Jianguo was studying at Tokyo University Hospital, they both had a good relationship, both were under Professor Ikeda.

“The Yoshihoko Restaurant you went to yesterday for dinner, Professor Han and I frequented that place back in the days. Once, we had a fish-eating competition, seeing who could have the cleanest skeleton left. But in the end, no one was declared the winner. The fish skeletons from both of us were intact, and not a bit of fish at could be found on them. Haha, it seems like I must admit my loss now,” Fujiwara said with a laugh while they were walking.

Unconcernedly, they had already arrived at the entrance of the eting room.

The large eting room was filled with at least a hundred people.

The people, row by row, uniformly dressed in white gowns, had suits and ties underneath.

Professors, associate professors, lecturers, assistant lecturers, graduate students, and interns, were all arranged according to their ranks.

The front row was occupied by Ikeda, Ito, Komori Daisuke, Matsui Raizo, Kobayashi Takeshi, etc.

Matsui Raizo, being the departnt director of neurosurgery at Juntendo Hospital, is Ito’s student. Kobayashi Takeshi is the departnt director of orthopedics at Juntendo Hospital.

In addition to Japanese professors, there were also doctors from various countries who participated in the Asia-Pacific Orthopedics Association Academic Forum. When they heard about a rare case discussion, they all rushed over.

Among them were doctors from Australia, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, and other countries.

Professor Lin Mingyuan from Singapore was among those present.

In the first row, a Japanese professor kept looking back at the door, and when he saw Yang Ping, Yang Ping felt that he looked very familiar.

Yang Ping had a good mory, and did not forget anything he saw.

Kobayashi Takeshi!

The Departnt Director of Orthopedics at Juntendo Hospital—Kobayashi Takeshi.

He saw him at Yingge Hospital in Malaysia.

It really is—Dr. Yang Ping!

Kobayashi Takeshi imdiately stood up and walked towards the entrance to welco him.

When he saw Yang Ping’s na on the screen, he knew that there wouldn’t be a second person in this world who would have the talent to perform such a surgery.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Matsui Raizo, the chief of the Neurosurgery Departnt at Juntendo Hospital, tried to stop Professor Kobayashi.

“That’s my old friend, my respected old friend, I must welco him.”

Professor Kobayashi ignored Matsui Raizo.

“Really—”

Shaful!

Professor Matsui cursed inwardly. He had been away earlier and hadn’t been able to attend the consultation for Fujiwara Tani. When he ca back, he heard Professor Ito angrily comnting on how Ikeda dared to agree with Fujiwara Masao’s suggestion to invite an unknown Chinese doctor to operate a surgery in Tokyo University Hospital, which had made the Japanese dical community lose face.

In such a situation, Professor Kobayashi, ignoring the team’s position, stooped down to welco his so-called old friend.

Moreover, Kobayashi’s gaze clearly exuded admiration, submission, and humility. Bastard!