Surgery Godfather-Chapter 402 - 0375 Like a Fish Bone Stuck in the Throat

Chapter 402: Chapter 0375: Like a Fish Bone Stuck in the Throat

Chapter 402: Chapter 0375: Like a Fish Bone Stuck in the Throat

On the fourth day after surgery, with the assistance of a support frame for his neck and chest along with a walker, Lu Gang began to walk on his feet again.

When Lu Gang first got on his feet, he felt dizzy, his vision wobbled, and he felt nauseous and even vomited. His limbs were uncoordinated, but he gradually began to adapt to the new state of being upright, after being twisted for so long.

The young man now stood up straight, as tall as 1.7 meters, with a shaved head, looking energetic.

Dr. Che remained by his side, matching Lu Gang step by step, ready to lend a helping hand at any moment, and continually correcting Lu Gang’s stride.

When Nurse Cai encountered Lu Gang in the hallway, she joked with him, “Didn’t you want to find a wife? Take a walk around and see our nurses. If you like any, I can help you make a connection.”

Lu Gang just smiled and greeted everyone. Previously, his field of view was upside down and very limited, masked by his own buttocks. Now, he stood tall and found a wide open space before him.

Yang Ping checked on him at least three times a day, examining the sensation and muscle strength of his limbs, as well as conducting auscultation of his heart and both lungs. If any postoperative complications arose, he would deal with them immediately.

The scores for Yang Ping’s surgery were finally announced. According to the competition rules, the scores had to be given within 24 hours after surgery.

However, the surgery was so unique that the judges had to review the video in slow motion. Each step had to be analyzed in detail and studied repeatedly, and occasionally they had to seek opinions from senior professors.

As a result, being a special case, the scores were only announced four days later, and all the judges’ scores were announced together. It was clear that all the judges had communicated and coordinated with each other.

Full score, full score, full score—

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Many of Yang Ping’s fans had been on tenterhooks for the past four days, as the surgery was so quick. They worried that some judges might not have understood it well and hastily given a low score.

Now, with the string of full scores revealed, everyone was relieved.

In a national competition, it is very difficult to get a full score, and it becomes even harder as the contest progresses.

Song Yun from Xiehe Hospital in Beijing, maintained the quality of an excellent surgeon. Even when he had no hope of winning, he painstakingly completed his contest surgery.

Every detail, every step, was carried out without any slack or crudeness, but instead with utmost diligence and thoroughness. Even the last stitch for skin closure was done extraordinarily strictly without any deviation.

The needle holder was gently placed in the sharp instrument disposal container, and the skin at the incision line was disinfected with an alcohol swab. The sterile dressing was applied neatly and smoothly over the surgical incision.

The contest between Yang Ping and Song Yun concluded, and Song Yun got stopped in the second season competition.

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After a full day of tense surgeries, the doctors at Mo Sixth Orthopedics gathered to watch Yang Ping’s surgical video. They didn’t move for the full four hours of the video.

Finally, at eleven o’clock in the evening, they finished watching the video and were now ready to watch it a second time in slow motion.

The takeaway meals ordered by the department were already delivered to the resting room, but no one stood up. They were all waiting for Professor Hong to speak.

Wen Rentao felt like a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and Mu Jun could only stare in disbelief. They were both deputy chief physicians, capable of understanding the surgical video without slow motion—they were aware that this level of surgery had completely surpassed the pinnacle of their peers.

Wen Rentao could not do it, and he did not believe that anyone else could, until he saw it.

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If there was no problem with the video, Yang Ping had accomplished it.

The organizing committee had issued a statement in response to everyone’s doubts: the videotape was found to be without any problems after technical inspection, and was an automatic archive after live broadcasting.

“Does anyone have any thoughts?” Finally, Professor Hong began to speak.

His shirt and white gown outside were already soaked with sweat. He felt heavy in his chest and was very uncomfortable. He reached for a bottle of mineral water, but his hands were trembling a bit, and he failed to unscrew it several times.

“At last year’s academic conference of Sanbo, he was exactly like this. He was calm and composed. More than a hundred complex blood vessels were separated, clamped, cut, and ligated under his hands at an astonishing speed. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that surgery could be performed like that.”

The video was playing in slow motion for the second time, and Zeng Ran broke the silence, extending Professor Hong’s words.

“Is this Yang Ping a student of Professor Han?” For the first time in over a decade, Hong Zhigang mentioned Han Jiangong in front of the department doctors.

Zeng Ran nodded: “He is Professor Han’s doctoral student. The primary surgeon of the five-section replantation last year, the multiple ligament reconstruction of Luo Jin’s knee, and the devilish surgery at the Sanbo academic conference, he was the chief surgeon for them all —”

At this point, there was nothing left to consider. It must have dawned on everyone. Zeng Ran has been reminding everyone that Yang Ping is the strongest contender for the championship this time, but no one paid any attention to him.

Hong Zhigang now realized more clearly than anyone else that if this Yang Ping maintains the standard seen in the current surgery for the following ones, no one can compete with him for the championship.

He now understood that under the leadership of his junior fellow, a group of powerful young people had gathered. The young man signaled to him in this way that even without Mo Sixth, he was still the strongest, and the Golden Knife Award belonged to him.

“Sanbo performs fewer than fifty scoliosis correction surgeries each year. How could he possibly have such skills? Are the stats wrong?” Mu Jun struggled to understand how Yang Ping acquired such powerful surgical skills.

“The stats shouldn’t be wrong. After obtaining his master’s degree, Yang Ping worked at the People’s Hospital of G City. According to legend, he was fired for performing unauthorized surgery, and then somehow he was recruited by Professor Han. Professor Han cherished and nurtured him, and he obtained his PhD under Professor Han with nearly full scores. Although he is currently a newly promoted attending physician, he has already become the actual academic leader in the comprehensive orthopedics of Sanbo.”

Zeng Ran had studied Yang Ping for a long time and in fact, he was somewhat an admirer of Yang Ping’s work. But because of his status, he never openly admitted this fact.

“Cross-boundary surgery, dismissal, what does that mean?” Wen Rentao began to inquire.

“There was a trauma surgery, a variant external iliac artery rupture, hypovolemic shock. Their department head was helpless at that time. In urgent circumstances, Yang Ping served as the chief surgeon and saved the patient. However, the hospital later believed that Yang Ping violated disciplines, hence the cross-boundary surgery, which resulted in his dismissal.” Zeng Ran had heard about all these, but was not sure about the authenticity of the facts.

“A young man with guts and knowledge, managed to save the patient, so why the dismissal?” Hong Zhigang asked.

Zeng Ran couldn’t come up with a reason, “As for the details, I’m not sure. But I heard that the hospital politics were complex, and the hospital’s dean and the head of orthopedics were later dismissed due to financial issues.”

“Has he never undergone advanced training abroad?” Wen Rentao added.

Zeng Ran smiled, “Advanced training abroad? He had never even received advanced training domestically. After leaving G City People’s Hospital, he has always been at Sanbo. He hasn’t gone anywhere else and just last year, before his thirtieth birthday, he was promoted to attending physician.”

Hearing about this attending physician who was not yet thirty, Wen Rentao, who himself was thirty-eight, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“His assistant Song Zimo had completed his clinical training at our Trauma Emergency Center and Orthopedics Department.” Zeng Ran added this information for Professor Hong.

“Song Zimo?” Professor Hong did not recall this individual; there were too many doctors undergoing clinical training every year.

“He’s an eight-year Ph.D. from Fudan University. He was originally conducting clinical training at Huashan Hospital, but because of his chronic phobia of blood, they proposed transferring him to the Department of Internal Medicine. He used his connections to arrange our training instead.” Zeng Ran was quite familiar with Song Zimo’s circumstances.

“It seems I recall this individual. Why didn’t we keep him here afterwards?” Professor Hong seemed to remember.

“Professor, at that time you also wanted to send him back, but a senior leader from Jiaotong University Medical School involved himself, merely allowing us to reluctantly keep him on board.” Zeng Ran spoke smoothly, but once he had finished, he realized he had said something he shouldn’t have.

Hong Zhigang did not get angry, but after recalling for a while, asked,Sagely “The young man who faints at the sight of blood, who had to brace himself against the wall to walk – that tall, impressive fellow?”

“That’s him!” Zeng Ran confirmed.

“Is it?” Hong Zhigang narrowed his eyes.

“Song Zimo also has the ability to challenge the champion, but Yang Ping is just too strong. He can only play a supporting role. Fortunately, our senior disciple in the first season is not facing Song Zimo, otherwise the promotion would be fraught with risks.”

Zeng Ran had said something wrong again, but Professor Hong’s face remained the same without any difference.

Hong Zhigang slowly said, “Let’s stop here for today, everyone should rest early, we will have another meeting tomorrow—”

As he spoke, Hong Zhigang got a call. Professor Feng’s condition in the ICU worsened; his heart rate and breathing suddenly decreased and he needed tracheal extubation for ventilatory support.

Hong Zhigang didn’t have time to say more, he hurriedly departed and ran to the ICU.

Professor Feng lay in bed, breathing laboriously. In an attempt to speed up his breathing and inhale more oxygen, he couldn’t keep up with it.

“Teacher, it’s me – Zhigang!” Hong Zhigang bent down to the bedside, with one hand taking Professor Feng’s pulse and the other hand touching his forehead, trying to keep him as calm as possible to avoid panic.

“It’s okay—I won’t—die yet. Did—Jiangong—come?”

Professor Feng was speaking in broken sentences. He had probably heard the ICU doctors and nurses discussing that Han Jiangong had been over a few times but hadn’t come in. He had stood for a long time in the observation corridor, separated by a glass window. At that time, Professor Feng relied on a ventilator to remain conscious and did not know anything.

Hong Zhigang hesitated for a moment: “Teacher, Jiangong has been here.”

“Let him come in!” Professor Feng struggled to speak.

“Teacher, he was here last month and has now returned.” Hong Zhigang knew that his junior fellow apprentice had come several times, and the last time he had gone to the radiology department to copy his teacher’s information.

“Oh, next time Jiangong comes, let him in. I want to see him.” Professor Feng looked at Hong Zhigang, waiting for his response.

Hong Zhigang nodded his head: “Mm, I will remember.”

“Professor Hong, Professor Feng’s respiratory rate has dropped again, and he needs help from the ventilator, we’re prepared for intubation.” The ICU doctor was already prepared and wearing gloves.

Hong Zhigang let go of his teacher’s hand: “Don’t be afraid, everything is okay, just like it was last time.”

The ICU doctor administered a sedative through an intravenous line to make the old man unconscious. They reclined Feng’s head, provided oxygen by mask for a few seconds, then removed the mask, propped open the oral cavity, inserted the laryngoscope, quickly inserted the catheter, connected the ventilator and fixed the catheter.

His respiratory rate was too low and the oxygen saturation level would not rise. We have to put him on a ventilator.” The ICU doctor explained to Hong Zhigang, this was the second time to put him back on the ventilator.

After Hong Zhigang’s friends from the United States returned, they needed to discuss with their colleagues, hoping to bring good news when they came next time.

If they still can’t come up with a plan by then, they really can only give up on the surgery.