Surgery Godfather Chapter 539 - 539 489 Stick to the Original Plan

Chapter 539: Chapter 489 Stick to the Original Plan Chapter 539: Chapter 489 Stick to the Original Plan In preparation for Fujiwara Tani’s surgery, Song Zimo and his team stayed in the intensive care ward.

As Song Zimo was fluent in English and Japanese, he had no difficulties with communication.

Moreover, as Master Song had previously spent a short term at Tokyo University Hospital, he was quite familiar with the place.

However, the Japanese are peculiar as they often insert so German words in their dical histories.

Luckily this capable assistant was well versed in German as well, his proficiency was undeniable.

The Japanese doctors, who had been following Song Zimo, offered their assistance when he encountered German words. However, they were taken aback by his perfect pronunciation leaving them embarrassed.

A genius assistant indeed.

With such a capable assistant, much of Yang Ping’s stress was alleviated. He could focus on inspecting the reports sent to his phone due to his lack of trivial concerns.

Yang Ping stayed in the hotel conducting research on Fujiwara Tani’s condition.

Huang Jiacai, Old Cheng, and Takahashi were by his side.

Old Cheng served tea, filled water, and peeled apples. When the ti ca for snacks, the apples were already in Yang Ping’s hands.

Takahashi helped in searching for dical records. Whatever Yang Ping wanted to see got displayed on the dedicated screen. The image enlarged or rotated at his command.

He morized the dical records and studied the image data many tis over.

Huang Jiacai was in charge of coordination. He also kept in contact with the People’s Insurance of the Ning family. For instance, their return flight on a private jet arranged by Ning Qi was ready to board at their convenience.

After a large dose of clotting factors, the coagulation function stabilized temporarily but soon showed a downward trend.

It was clear that the life span of clotting factors in the body had shortened, accelerating their consumption.

Overdose of clotting factors could also lead to severe consequences.

New CT and MRI images, like snowflakes, were sent one after the other, creating an overwhelming load.

“Should we take a break?”

Filled with sympathy, Old Cheng suggested, considering the highly intensive ntal work they were doing.

Takahashi also suggested, “Let’s take a break.”

Alright then, let’s rest.

They decided to skip the afternoon eting and rest in the hotel until the surgery at night.

Yang Ping took off his shoes and curled up on the couch for a rest.

Old Cheng brought out a thick blanket from the room to cover Yang Ping. Noticing the temperature displayed on the control screen of the room, Takahashi pointed out, “The heating is already set to 30 degrees, this blanket is too thick.”

Old Cheng replaces the blanket with a thinner one.

Everyone was careful not to disturb Doctor Yang while he rested and maintained silence as Old Cheng was well-acquainted with Yang Ping’s habits.

So the three sat in the living room of the hotel suite, looking after Yang Ping. They exchanged glances silently, creating an awkward atmosphere.

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Coagulation dysfunction brought about a terrifying amount of bleeding and was the biggest obstacle in surgery.

Hemostasis! Hemostasis! Perfect hemostasis! In the operating room of the system space.

The familiar operating table and the familiar robotic arm. The experintal body of Fujiwara Tani was lying on the table, replicated by the system.

The case replicated by the system was the real case at the mont of replication.

That is, the laboratory lying on the operating table now was exactly the sa as Fujiwara Tani at the mont of replication.

After the coagulation ti was prolonged, bleeding would sustain for more than five minutes even with a small puncture wound just like a needle prick.

Just like in ordinary surgeries, the place was disinfected and a sheet was spread out. Then Yang Ping began the surgery.

Incising the skin and opening the spinal canal and the base of the skull was sothing he was incredibly familiar with.

As he incised the upper spinal cord and dulla with the scalpel, blood started gushing out from everywhere in the section. Yang Ping used bipolar electrocoagulation with great speed and precision to touch and coagulate each point on the section.

All the bleeding points were obliterated. To achieve such accurate hemostasis, the position of bipolar electrocoagulation on the bleeding site had to be precise without any error, and the duration had to be controlled without extending, otherwise, it could cause burns to surrounding tissues.

This was exceedingly difficult. Even though there was quick hemostasis, it was unable to avoid burns to dullary tissues caused by incorrect handling.

Essentially, the principle of bipolar electrocoagulation in hemostasis was to cause contraction and carbonization of the bleeding blood vessel, thereby achieving hemostasis. It was easy to cause burns or carbonization to surrounding tissues if the control was not right.

So many bleeding points – each point increased the chance of a burn. Summing all these bleeding points, the damage caused to the dulla could be fatal.

This wasn’t a surgical process any human could perform.

Even a supercomputer controlling the laser for spot welding couldn’t yield such precise and ticulous results.

Yang Ping composed himself, steadied his hands, and barely finished the surgery.

Although he was satisfied with the hemostasis, it was far from the requirents of a successful surgery.

The experintal body was declared dead due to minor postoperative bleeding.

Yang Ping did not lose heart and continued with the surgeries.

He perford five surgeries in a row. All patients either died during the surgery or postoperatively. There was almost no chance of success.

As it is said, one cannot step into the sa river twice.

Similarly, differences, even if slight, always existed between every experintal body. It wasn’t possible for Yang Ping to replicate precisely the tissue anatomy, every ti he incised.

This made it impossible to replicate each bleeding point on every section.

As long as there are different, new, and unknown bleeding points, it is impossible to achieve the best hemostasis.

To truly achieve perfect hemostasis, unless during the training now, when making the incision between the dulla oblongata and the superior spinal cord, every cut is the sa, and the bleeding points on the surface are the sa. That way, during hemostasis, muscle mory can form.

This is so difficult!

It is like stacking dozens of slippery iron balls one by one, continually building up.

Yang Ping doesn’t want to give up, as long as there is a glimr of hope, he wants to give up.

He calculated the integral, it was enough.

So he continued to buy clone specins, five, ten, twenty—

And so on, repeat endlessly like this.

The damned thing about this is that this repetition is to minimize the difference for each cut and maximize similarity, so it can only be repeated over and over again.

Yang Ping truly experienced the process of water dripping through stone.

No matter what differences there are in Fujiwara Tani’s specins each ti, his anatomical structure will not change. What changes are only his status and function.

The anatomical structure doesn’t change. Naturally, the distribution of those large and small blood vessels certainly won’t change.

As long as every cut is made, it can truly be reproduced. Then those bleeding points are fixed, and then he can achieve perfect hemostasis.

Yang Ping is increasingly confident. The brain’s mory, muscle mory, gradually forms in repetition.

Hemorrhage dealing, making progress with each attempt.

Specins are continuously consud. I don’t know how many surgeries have been done. Every ti when incising, there is no need to look, no need to think, the bipolar electrocoagulation just aims at the bleeding point. The position and force are very precise.

Finally, the surgery is complete.

Yang Ping saw on the monitoring instrunts, the vital signs were stable, Fujiwara Tani was finally alive.

Yang Ping continued the surgery to strengthen this mory.

Moreover, after each surgery, he observes the specin for one day, two days, three days — until it has left danger and can ensure there won’t be postoperative bleeding.

Not until he satisfied himself, unknowing how long he stayed in the system space, his ntal fatigue was extre, nearing the edge of collapse.

Coming out from the space of the operating room, Yang Ping curled up on the sofa and actually began to sleep.

ntal fatigue in the system space can be alleviated by real-life rest. This is the rule of the system.

Fujiwara Tani’s administration of clotting factors is nearing the limit. It must be paused to ensure that the clotting factors can continue to be administered after surgery to adjust the clotting function.

When he woke, it was already five in the afternoon.

The Asia-Pacific Orthopedics Association forum had already ended, Professor Liang, Professor Su, and Professor Qin had returned to their hotel and started preparing for their departure from Japan first thing tomorrow morning.

They heard Yang Ping was resting and didn’t want to disturb him.

They know Yang Ping still has a major surgery to perform tonight, and he’s going in despite absolute contraindications.

“What ti is it?”

Yang Ping woke up.

“Half past five!”

Old Cheng had been sitting in the living room, watching Yang Ping, not even daring to blink.

“Nothing’s wrong, right?”

Yang Ping rubbed his eyes, he had rested well.

“Nothing’s wrong!”

Old Cheng had been watching all this ti, if anything happened and Song Zimo called, he would know.

Yang Ping took out his phone and checked. Xiao Su and the others had returned from shopping and bought him so gifts. They knew Yang Ping was resting, so they did not co in.

“Teacher Fujiwara has called, the supercomputer at Tokyo University has been simulating the surgery on President Gusheng all day today—“Takahashi looked a little embarrassed.

“What’s the outco?”

Yang Ping asked.

“All died from uncontrollable bleeding during the operation. It simulated ten thousand tis, and there were no exceptions!”

Takahashi frowned deeply, waiting for Yang Ping’s reaction, whether the operation would still be perford.

“Ten thousand tis? So many tis!”

Yang Ping’s voice was very plain, there was no surprise at all.

Using supercomputers to simulate surgeries are not new.

Aricans, Germans, they’re all doing it.

After all, the human body is so complex, many paraters are not clarified, the computer’s modeling is definitely distorted, no matter how it simulates, it can only look like that.

“Dr. Yang? Professor Fujiwara will see you soon, bringing the simulation data of the surgery today… proceed with the surgery as planned?”

Takahashi was cautious, thinking that Yang Ping just woke up and might be a little muddled.

“Proceed as planned!”

Yang Ping was very laid-back.