Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1005 - 838: Who Let You On Stage?

Chapter 1005: Chapter 838: Who Let You On Stage?

"Left and Right Boko?"

Director Shi couldn’t help but ask.

But Director Fang, who usually did the commentary, wasn’t there, so a doctoral student from the General Surgery Department temporarily took over, explaining, "It means each hand can operate independently."

"Is there such a flashy operation?" Director Shi couldn’t help but exclaim.

As soon as he said it, Director Shi felt that his choice of words was inappropriate. Terms like "flashy" should not be coming from a professor, a PhD supervisor, a chief physician, and a nationally renowned expert—blame it all on the surgery, which was just too uncontrollably fascinating.

"Professor Yang is just that flashy, always performing miraculous surgeries," the doctoral student affirmed the evaluation of being flashy.

Currently, Director Fang was observing the surgery up close by the operating table, seizing every chance to ask, "Dr. Song, do you need a break? Dr. Xu, do you need a break?"

But they were like they had been injected with chicken blood, not a single one felt sleepy.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang felt that Director Fang was particularly considerate today, always caring about whether they needed to rest. What a great colleague!

"Ordering lunch! Call out your names! Everyone fills in their name, I’ll come to collect it later."

A nurse came in with a notebook, placed it on a rack, and then went off to do other things. Now, there were several nurses in the operating room of the Surgical Research Institute. Previously, Xiao Su was the head nurse, but she’s on leave now, and Zhou Can, acting as the substitute head nurse, was on duty today as the instrumental nurse.

The conditions at the Surgical Research Institute were comparatively good. Whether doctors, nurses, or visitors, everyone, whether on the floor or off, could sign up for meals when it was time to eat.

As soon as the graduate students heard they could sign up for a meal, they immediately turned their heads. The surgical meals at the Surgical Research Institute were said to be of very high quality, and everyone wanted to try it, even some grad students often came specifically to scrounge meals.

A graduate student picked up the notebook and began to voluntarily help register names: "Those who want lunch, raise your hands!"

Everyone raised their hands.

"Don’t you have a surgery this afternoon?"

"I’ll do the surgery after I eat."

"Why are you getting two portions?"

"Hehe, my girlfriend is too busy in the gastroscopy room, asked me to bring one over to her later."

"Director Fang, Director Shi, do you want one too?"

Director Fang nodded, "One for each."

Upon hearing about the meal orders, Director Fang had an idea. They would also need to eat later. They would definitely take turns eating, so while either Song Zimo or Xu Zhiliang was eating, he could just scrub in and take a spot as the first assistant. It just made sense.

He who prepares wins, he who does not, fails—Director Fang began planning to eat first and make thorough preparations.

Director Fang made up his mind, immediately found his own graduate students in General Surgery, and quietly instructed, "Go buy something from Waterlily Bread Store for me; my stomach has been upset these few days, and I shouldn’t eat regular food."

"Now?" The graduate student still wanted to continue watching the surgery.

"Now, go and come back quick!" Director Fang ordered.

Whether the graduate student was willing or not, there was no room for negotiation when it came to running errands for his mentor, so he immediately set out to temporarily buy bread, while Director Fang smirked inwardly, thrilled to have seized the chance. What remained was to seize the opportunity when it arose.

Those who achieve great things do not sweat the small stuff, Director Fang was very pleased with his arrangements.

The dissection had now reached the left kidney, which was clearly heavily invaded by the tumor and needed to be completely removed. Fortunately, a person can live normally with just one kidney, and a healthy solitary kidney does not affect the body.

The entire dissection, except for some areas with clearly loose connective tissue using the knife handle for blunt separation, largely involved sharp separation with a scalpel because of significant adhesions due to the tumor. Thus, the operation alternately used the scalpel tip and handle, constantly swapping between the two.

The dissection of the inferior vena cava was complete, following it downwards near the mid-line of the psoas major muscle, the scalpel incised longitudinally through the renal fascia, exposing the kidney sufficiently upwards, and continued downwards to the iliac vessels, then along the lateral edge of the kidney opened the perirenal fat to reach the renal capsule. At this point, the left kidney was only connected to the body by the vessels of the renal hilum, the rest already separated from the body.

In the video, the speed of switching between scalpel tip and handle was very fast, almost without interval, so Director Shi was quite curious about how the surgical knife was being switched in Yang Ping’s hands, and he moved closer to the operating table to observe.

The surgical knife in Yang Ping’s hands seemed like juggling, switching extremely fast. This wasn’t just a surgeon using an instrument; it was playing with the instrument, switching from the knife to the handle in an instant.

Youngsters really play fancy; if the surgical knife slipped, that would be dangerous.

Upon closer inspection, Director Shi realized this was unlikely, as the instrument seemed as though it was part of Yang Ping’s hand, very stably controlled. He estimated that even if someone tried to snatch it away now, they probably couldn’t, let alone let the instrument slip from the hand.

The kidney was now separated, with eight organs connected to the body only by their respective blood vessels, no other tissue joining them to the body.

At that moment, the graduate student had already returned with bread and placed it in the resting room. Director Fang immediately made a temporary exit, bolted into the resting room and wolfed down the bread, then sighed with relief internally.

With his own stomach full, now all that was left was waiting for their stomachs to grow hungry. They would definitely take turns stepping down to eat, and once someone came down, he would seize the opportunity to step up and firmly secure the position of the first assistant. Then, no one would think of displacing him.

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