Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1101 - 891: How Many Pigs Are Paralyzed?_3

Chapter 1101: Chapter 891: How Many Pigs Are Paralyzed?_3

"Brother Five, can you help me check if the bone sections I’ve made are correct?"

Little Five took a look, and though he was not fully confident himself, when the two combined their judgments and discussed it on the table, they would both end up brimming with confidence.

It was as if fifty percent plus fifty percent equaled one hundred percent certainty.

"No mistake, the location is completely correct," Little Five answered with certainty.

"Brother Five, shall I start cutting the bone then?"

"Cut away!"

With the affirmation of his partner, Zhang Lin began to cut the spine, a critical step in the surgery. If he could complete this step independently, it would essentially mean that he had mastered this type of surgery.

I’m beginning to cut the bone now?

Start cutting.

Zhang Lin confirmed once more, then began to cut the vertebrae. His movements were slow but steady, because he knew he wasn’t very skilled and thus opted for a strategy of seeking victory through stability.

With every step he took, he would turn his head to check the screen of the evoked potential monitor.

After each glance at the screen, he would ask Little Five, "Brother Five, the waveform of the evoked potential looks alright, doesn’t it?"

Little Five also turned to look at the screen of the evoked potential monitor and replied, "No problem, rest assured."

These two were quite interesting. It was likely that if either of them were to perform the main surgery alone, they would be lacking in confidence, but together, they were full of it.

After all, they had undergone almost all their training together. They had drawn anatomy diagrams, dissected bodies, performed surgeries on stage, practiced in the training room of the Surgical Research Institute, cutting stitches, knotting, hemostasis, separation, and basic functions, and trained in endoscopic and microscopic operations. This long-term pattern of cooperation had fostered a sense of dependency between them.

For example, Zhang Lin was quite sure that his positioning was correct, but he still wanted Little Five to take a look and give confirmation. Without Little Five’s affirmation, he was hesitant to continue with the next step of the procedure.

And so, the two of them consulted each other and proceeded step by step, slowly but steadily. Though their hands were not very fast, they avoided damaging any blood vessels that needed to be preserved, and those that had to be damaged for the surgery were properly ligated.

In other words, although they were not highly skilled, the surgery they were conducting was correct and reliable.

Yang Ping kept his hands folded in front of him, standing beside the operating table, watching each move diligently. If anything seemed off, he would intervene directly.

To see the details of their work more clearly, Yang Ping turned on the camera above the operating lights, and the screen on the wall was live streaming the operation.

Though Zhang Lin was a bit clumsy and not as fast as required, there were no fundamental errors, which could be deemed perfectly acceptable.

Every bone set, the length of the cut, and the direction of the result were correct.

It appeared that Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang’s teaching was effective, and these two brothers were also very diligent in their studies. Not everything requires innate talent; hard work can also make one a good doctor.

Having completed the osteotomy, they now began to correct the spine.

This step carried the highest risk in the entire surgery; one wrong move could result in serious damage to the vertebrae, potentially leading to paralysis.

Zhang Ning was performing such a surgery for the first time, and the pressure was intense. He began to sweat slightly on his forehead.

"Brother Five, there are no issues with the point I’ve chosen to correct, right?"

"No problem, absolutely none."

Receiving affirmation from Little Five, he began the correction. He then turned to look at Yang Ping.

"May I begin the correction now?"

"Correct away."

Zhang Ning took a moment to adjust his breathing, then slowly began to correct the spine. His movements were steady and gentle. His eyes were fixed on his work, glancing at the screen occasionally, paying close attention to the waveform on the spinal evoked potential monitor.

Actually, Zhang Lin and Little Five had practiced this step countless times. They had specifically trained on this procedure using experimental pigs.

Gradually, the spine was corrected.

On the screen of the evoked potential monitor, the waveform remained stable, which let them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother Five, this looks alright, doesn’t it? The waveform is good, right?"

"It’s good, it’s good."

The surgery had been 80% successful to this point.

Dr. Jin and Dr. Wen were quite surprised on the side. Both of them struggled with such surgery, yet Zhang Lin and Little Five managed to handle it.

It seems that they were no longer the inexpert figures they were in the past. The training at the Surgical Research Institute allowed them to grow rapidly. Unbeknownst to others, these two who once did odd jobs had long surpassed Dr. Jin and Dr. Wen.

It was just that the standards set by Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang at the Institute were so high that Zhang Ning and Little Five always seemed like mere aides. Now, with the dazzling Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang not around,

it turns out that Zhang Lin and Little Five were shining as well, weren’t they?

Dr. Jin and Dr. Wen couldn’t help feeling ashamed of themselves. They had been marking time while Zhang Lin and Little Five had advanced by leaps and bounds.

It really proved the saying that even if one is just among the hundred thousand celestial warriors besieging the Great Saint, once isolated, they could be an invincible force.