Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1010 - 840: Engineering in Surgery_2

Chapter 1010: Chapter 840: Engineering in Surgery_2

"Let’s go!"

Director Fang yelled at the graduate student.

The graduate student scurried after him out of the operating room to the changing room, where Director Fang asked, "Did you get it clear, which patient, which team? What’s the exact situation?"

"Director, there was a wrong call. It was a patient from the Urology Department. I wonder how the head of Urology ended up dialing my phone. It’s weird," the graduate student scratched his head.

Director Fang really wanted to kick him, questioning when he had become so confused or if it was done on purpose to undermine him. Director Fang stopped in his tracks and glared at the graduate student, "What do you mean by this?"

"This---that---Director---ah, it’s all my fault. I was too anxious and didn’t get the situation clear---"

The truth was, the graduate student saw that Director Fang was becoming increasingly strained on the operating table. He suddenly realized that Director Fang’s previously smooth surgeries weren’t because of his own skill, but because Professor Yang wanted him to gain experience by deliberately collaborating and performing a nanny-like assist.

However, perhaps Director Fang got too caught up in the moment on the operating table, temporarily losing awareness and insisting on continuing as chief surgeon. The graduate student, not wanting his mentor to be embarrassed in front of everyone, thought of a clumsy excuse to distract him.

The graduate student knew that his mentor was harsh only in speech but kind-hearted, often helping him financially.

Better to be scolded than to tell his mentor, "You don’t know your own limits. I didn’t want you to be embarrassed in front of everyone, so I found an excuse to pull you out."

Director Fang personally called the head of the ward to confirm everything was alright, and only then did he feel relieved, perhaps frightened by the false alarm. Then he checked on several patients with complex conditions to reassure himself completely.

"What nerve did you get wrong today causing such a mix-up?"

Since there was nothing wrong, Director Fang decided to return to the operating room.

Along the way, Director Fang was muttering and cursing while the graduate student followed behind, nodding incessantly and smiling sheepishly no matter how much he was scolded.

"Your skin is really thick!"

Director Fang finally had no choice but to shut up.

In that short time, Yang Ping had finished eating and was already standing at the operating table, where there was completely no space for Director Fang, who complained internally: Even his meals are as quick as his surgeries.

Zhang Lin and Little Five had also eaten quickly, so they were soon in position, and the surgery officially commenced.

"Stay sharp, let’s speed it up,"

Yang Ping commanded, as the team was all set, and they began accelerating the surgery.

Yang Ping didn’t use tissue scissors at all. He used a surgical knife throughout to separate the tissues, ensuring the sharpness of his knife by changing the blade every half an hour. Holding toothless clips in his left hand and a scalpel in his right, he firmly clamped the tissues and deftly sliced layer by layer. Whenever he encountered blood vessels, Yang Ping skillfully isolated and ligated them in advance, ensuring that there weren’t any instances of bleeding due to accidental vessel damage.

The pancreatic head, the duodenum, a portion of the stomach, a segment of the inferior vena cava, and part of the spleen, slowly separated from the mixed tumor. Under the guidance of fluorescent glasses, his surgical knife precisely continued to isolate the tumor from the healthy tissue.

Moreover, in order to prevent contamination by tumor cells, Yang Ping always adhered to intraoperative tumor-free techniques, keeping the tumor and normal tissue separated by a clean piece of gauze once they were cut open.

Director Fang stood before the screen, feeling completely delighted. The anger in his heart vanished instantly. Being so immersed, he might have had a moment of clarity—it was good that he hadn’t started the surgery himself, for even if he could manage, it would have been a messy affair with no graceful exit.

The one time he experienced it himself, he was merely an assistant to Professor Yang, who completely led him through the surgery, preparing everything. He just moved the scissors foolishly, almost believing he was a top expert.

Fortunately, he had stepped aside in time, otherwise it would have been truly embarrassing. At that moment, he felt grateful to his graduate student who had called him down from the operating table in time. Could it be that the student did it on purpose?

Director Fang turned to look at his graduate student, who just then met his gaze and gave an awkward smile.

Smart kid, a real talent. He had not doted on him in vain; the kid knew where his loyalties should lie at the crucial moment.

On the screen, the scalpel kept moving smoothly, constantly alternating between separating tissues and cauterizing blood vessels, with a strong sense of rhythm.

In the end, the tumor was completely excised along with a ring of normal soft tissue—such incredible skill with the knife.

The remaining organs might not be reusable; the liver had already lost its left lobe, and many blood vessels on the remaining right side were cut, with a long segment of the inferior vena cava missing. The left kidney was gone; there were many structures that needed rebuilding.

What remained on the table now was a few scattered parts of organs, and there were no blood vessels available for anastomosis.

Director Shi imagined himself as the chief surgeon and felt utterly desperate. How to replant these things? Under these circumstances, even a single autologous liver transplant could be immensely stressful, let alone such a collection of incomplete organs.

Director Shi realized that if the resection included the blood vessels connected to the artificial blood vessel, the artificial blood vessel’s connection point must be a healthy section of the blood vessel upstream, meaning it had been pre-planned.

Everything was under Professor Yang’s control, each step obviously well-designed, as there was no hesitation or delay; the entire surgery was like a huge, intricate engineering project, where parts and whole, earlier and later steps, were interlinked.

The technical complexity of this surgery was really not ordinary. Director Shi, as a nationally renowned expert, couldn’t help but have his perception refreshed after witnessing the surgery—it was designed with such complexity and precision.

Each step was like a gear, with numerous gears working together precisely without any flaws. Everything was planned in advance, cohesive and tight, without a single drop leaking.

Truly impressive! Director Shi couldn’t help but cast an admiring look at Yang Ping.

Meanwhile, Director Fang was secretly relieved that he had stepped aside in time, as he would have been utterly flustered even just assisting, having no experience with this type of surgery.

The upcoming reconstructive task was undoubtedly a vast and complicated engineering challenge. Reconstructing the liver’s arteries, veins, and bile duct—each aspect was daunting.

"You’ve removed so much of the inferior vena cava, aren’t you inviting the cardiothoracic surgery team to look and help manage it?" Director Shi was deeply engrossed in the surgery but the deeper he delved, the more issues he considered.

Director Fang said, "Professor Yang handled it all by himself, why call for the cardiothoracic surgery team? The last time there was an aortic dissection over a meter long that the cardiothoracic surgery couldn’t handle, it was Professor Yang who stepped in as the chief surgeon. The patient is now living well."

He really does all kinds of surgeries, depending on his mood—it’s not just talk, but the true portrayal of this young man.

To ensure the assistant had enough energy, Yang Ping took a brief rest, and Director Fang paced back and forth next to the operating table, wanting to exchange a few words with Yang Ping.