Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1052 - 863: Eating Pig Offal

Chapter 1052: Chapter 863: Eating Pig Offal

These tumor cells were painstakingly cultivated by Yang Ping. Initially, only a small sample was taken from Sisi, and it was with that small sample that Yang Ping was able to establish this tumor cell library.

At the same time, Yang Ping also established two other cell libraries---a normal stem cell library and a teratoma cell library. Now, these two cell libraries are fine, but so many tumor cells have died off.

These tumor cells must not die off without explanation. Yang Ping decided to find out the real reason behind it.

He took half of the tumor cells and stored them in a refrigerator, hoping to slow down their deterioration temporarily, leaving them to be studied at a later time.

For the remaining tumor cells, Yang Ping placed them under an electron microscope to be photographed. Cell death is a continuous process that can be divided into many detailed steps.

These dying and near-death tumor cells did not die at the same time, so they were each at different stages of the cell death process. The electron microscope was used to capture images of the tumor cells in various states of death, which would then be precisely compared to hopefully discover how the death was triggered and what processes it involved.

Luckily, although this step was tedious, once the procedure was planned out, the task could be assigned to the cheap labor forces of the System Space---robotic arms.

After arranging the experiment, Yang Ping delegated the actual work to the robotic arms. He left the System Space and planned to go home after finishing his shift.

As he passed by the outpatient department on the first floor, he heard a commotion. From afar, Yang Ping saw that it was at the door of Professor Cao’s office where a middle-aged man was cursing loudly. The words were quite unpleasant, and a few security guards were pulling the man away.

What’s going on?

Yang Ping immediately went over. The cursing man, who was either a patient or a family member, was being forcibly removed by the security guards. A woman in her thirties and a child followed next to the man, likely his wife and child.

Yang Ping hurried into the office to check on Professor Cao. Professor Cao was unharmed, and he was accompanied by Professor Zhang Zongshun and several other senior professors.

Actually, it was nothing serious.

The child was the patient, and the man was the child’s father. The boy, who is four years old, has a very clear condition—a nearly 7-8 millimeter interventricular septal defect. Professor Cao suggested surgery, stating there was no other option.

The child’s father, who is also a doctor, brought a thick stack of internet research to argue with Professor Cao, insisting that surgery wasn’t necessary and that the defect might heal on its own.

Professor Cao said, "I’m telling you responsibly that the information you’ve collected is all rubbish. Professional matters should be left to the professionals. This kind of septal defect cannot heal by itself; your thinking could harm your child. You should have the surgery done quickly."

The patient didn’t want the surgery, while Professor Cao insisted on it. In frustration, the father began to curse, saying, "You so-called expert, always quick to suggest surgery. The internet says surgery might not be necessary, but you’re saying it is."

Professor Cao, who is patient, didn’t argue back. He simply said, "If you don’t trust me, what can I do? The child is yours, you have the full right to choose. Believe whoever you want to believe. I’m just a doctor; I can offer you advice, not force you to do anything. There’s no need for this commotion; other patients are waiting. However, I sincerely advise you again: This condition requires surgery. Don’t delay it for the child’s sake."

The father ranted again, accusing, "You useless expert, how can you have no sense of responsibility and tell me to trust internet sources? Why would I spend money for your expert consultation then?"

Professor Cao retorted, "Stop calling me a worthless expert. Since that’s what you think I am, stay away from me. I’m in a rush to get off work."

Professor Cao was already about to leave, but seeing there were still several patients waiting, he decided out of compassion to add a few appointments and see the remaining patients. This child was one of those extra appointments.

The child’s father nearly jumped up, "I’ve anxiously consulted several hospitals, and you tell me the same thing as previous doctors: surgery. How is that any different?"

The child’s mother said at the side, "The child’s current state is quite good, active and lively. He definitely doesn’t need surgery. We are well aware; let’s go."

"Let’s go, you unscrupulous doctor, I’m going to expose you," said the man, picking up his phone to take pictures, and gesturing accusingly at Professor Cao as if he was about to get physical.

The security guards immediately sprang into action. Some protected Professor Cao by standing in front of him, others pulled the man away. The man was reluctant to leave, muttering curses as the security guards forcefully escorted him out.

The other patients whom Professor Cao had added to his list for appointments, who had waited and did not leave, actually began to curse the unreasonable man in return, blaming the so-called doctor for acting disgracefully.

However, Professor Cao remained level-headed, neither angry nor upset. Since ancient times, doctors do not go knocking on doors; if someone wishes to be treated, he treats them, if not, as they please. He felt there was no need to argue with the patient.

The extra patients were very grateful to Professor Cao, and they urged him not to take the incident to heart.

After the man was removed by security, Professor Cao and a few senior professors went out to eat together. They would be joining Professor Zhang Zongshun later that evening for tai chi practice. A gathering of old friends was planned after the workday.

Today’s shift did not end smoothly, and with the unpleasant incident, Yang Ping was pondering when Song Zimo called to ask if he wanted to come and check on the experimental pigs in the animal laboratory.

Since it wouldn’t take long, he decided to have a look.

experimental pigs had muscle transplants, and after analyzing a large amount of data, it was confirmed that the muscles are genuinely functional, did not show rejection after transplantation, and that the muscle contractions were good, with significant restoration of muscle strength. This greatly bolstered Yang Ping’s confidence and clarified his research direction.

Since this building was remodeled into an animal experiment facility, it had never been quiet, with daily experiments taking place.

These pigs had suffered too, with not a single good spot left on their bodies. Originally fine, they had their hearts cut out by these doctors and then reattached. Xia Shu was doing just that, with one pig’s heart having already been transplanted back and forth three times.

The experiments on these 20 pigs were nearing their end, and the entire hospital was eagerly watching them, hoping to use them for practice.

Because these pigs could be reused, any part of them could be used to simulate surgery, and sometimes a single pig could be operated on by several groups of people at the same time.

Sanbo Hospital might not have been the first in the country to have its own animal department, but if having 20 or so pigs was the criterion, then Sanbo Hospital was definitely number one in the nation.

In support of the newly established animal department, Dean Xia, along with several leaders, would often visit the pigsty. Right now, Dean Xia, Director Han, and Director Zhao were inside, circling a pigpen and discussing.

Song Zimo quietly pointed in that direction, "The leaders are inspecting, shall we go over and listen for any instructions?"

Yang Ping and Song Zimo moved closer, and the leaders did not notice anyone approaching at all.

"Which pig is healthier? One that hasn’t been tampered with, so we can get some fresh pork delicacies and have a few drinks?" Director Zhao suggested.

Dean Xia liked the idea, having not eaten fresh pork delicacies for a long time. He remembered there used to be a famous shop nearby that sold pork delicacies where, come midnight, many customers would sit waiting for their turn.

Because the slaughterhouse only began slaughtering pigs at two or three in the morning, the shop owner would drive to the slaughterhouse at one in the morning, wait for the pigs to be slaughtered, and then fetch the fresh pork delicacies, creating an animated scene as everyone waited.

Once the owner brought back the fresh pork delicacies, everyone rushed forward to place their orders, a memory still fresh in Dean Xia’s mind.

"Wouldn’t it be a bit too much to use a whole building for Professor Yang to raise pigs and then slaughter one just for us to dine on pork delicacies?" Dean Xia asked Director Han.

Director Han, looking at the experimental pigs in the pen, replied to Dean Xia’s comment, "Even two wouldn’t be too much."

"Can we eat pigs that have been used for experiments? These guys conduct experiments on pigs all the time, who knows what kind of bacteria they’ve put inside."

"Just get one that hasn’t been experimented on. These experimental pigs are carefully chosen, and they eat better feed than ordinary pigs. I’ve heard they also have to listen to music to stay psychologically healthy," said Dean Xia, who also held a doctorate and had conducted experiments back in his day.

"Are you saying the meat quality of experimental pigs is better than that of ordinary ones?"

"Definitely!"

"Get a pig then."

"This is a private matter; it can’t be charged to public funds. We should let Professor Yang pay out of his own pocket for a pig, go to Nandu Medical University and get a new pig, and choose a day to send it to the slaughterhouse."

"You’re going to send it to the slaughterhouse? Once the new pig arrives, we’ll give it a physical examination—complete blood count, biochemistry, liver and kidney functions, infectious disease tests—you name it, we check it all to confirm it’s all clear before we proceed. We’ll remove the innards ourselves, then have the cafeteria chef take over, and we’ll all sit together for a few drinks. Wouldn’t that be nice?"

"Can we kill it ourselves?"

"It’s for our personal consumption, not for sale, so it wouldn’t be illegal, right?"

"Look at that black pig; it looks so robust—the meat must be good."

Yang Ping, standing to the side, thought, Leaders, did you come here for an inspection or to find pork delicacies to eat?

The leaders seemed quite interested and didn’t notice Yang Ping and Song Zimo slowly approaching.

"Can we eat your pigs?"

Dean Xia gestured grandly, and the resident caretaker from Nandu Medical University’s Animal Department came running over.

The caretaker said, "Leaders, what are you talking about? Our pigs come from the Tianpeng Project. Did you know that? They live in an air-conditioned room with constant temperature and humidity. If you’re talking about cleanliness, SPF pigs don’t carry specific pathogens or parasites, which makes them far cleaner than ordinary pigs from the market. Their pens are even equipped with a fresh air system, and the air goes through a three-stage filter before entering the pen. External items must pass through strict disinfection and sterilization. Not only that, they also listen to music after feeding to ease their mind, prevent depression, and grow up happily."

It seemed this pork delicacies meal was a sure thing, as Dean Xia rubbed his hands together:

"Pork raised in an enclosed space can’t be as tasty as free-range, right?" he asked.

"We’re not eating pork meat; we’re eating pork delicacies, and there’s not much difference whether it’s free-range or pen-raised," Director Han said.

Just then, Dean Xia happened to see Yang Ping and Song Zimo. He coughed a few times and said, "Perfect timing, Professor Yang, we have something we want to discuss with you."