Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1155 - 917: Ambushed

Chapter 1155: Chapter 917: Ambushed

Director Fang could no longer find the words to describe Professor Yang’s surgical skills. If there ever were a divine doctor in this world, Professor Yang would surely be one.

If such speed and quality of surgery cannot save Jiang Li, then it can only be said that it was her fate to not escape this calamity.

The liver tissue that had been eroded by the liver hydatid was removed, and the remaining healthy liver tissue was only about 25%, which was exactly at the critical threshold.

Unlike other organs, the liver has a vigorous regenerative capacity. Generally, a healthy person can maintain a normal life if only 25% of their liver volume is retained. Relying on this remaining 25%, with its powerful regenerative ability, it can recover to the preoperative level within 2-3 weeks, growing back to its normal size, and both volume and weight can return to normal levels.

This is why it’s possible to perform live-donor liver transplants, because the person providing the liver experiences almost no effects after a part of their liver is removed.

The reason kidneys can be also donated while alive is that people have two of them, and a healthy person can live normally with just one kidney, allowing them to donate the other and still lead a normal life.

Hearts cannot be donated while the donor is alive, as a person only has one heart, and one would have no heart left to give.

When Yang Ping operated at his extreme speed, Director Fang was definitely unable to keep pace, hardly able to do more than help trim threads, so the surgery was almost entirely performed by Yang Ping himself.

Two hours later, the surgery was finished. All liver tissue and other tissues affected by the liver hydatid, as well as the cyst fluid that had leaked out, were thoroughly cleaned, leaving not a trace behind.

Yang Ping handed over the finishing tasks to Director Fang. Although the patient’s blood pressure hadn’t risen, it had not fallen either, so at least leaving the operating table alive wasn’t a problem.

Dr. Luo, the anesthesiologist, let out a sigh of relief. Throughout the surgery, he had been terrified of complications because any problems might mean he’d never have the opportunity to work at the Surgical Research Institute again.

Thankfully, the patient’s blood pressure didn’t drop, but Dr. Luo was still worried about the difficult case. He wondered about his own performance in Professor Yang’s eyes and whether he had left a good impression.

Graduate student Zhou, who had been taken outside by his classmates, vomited profusely in the restroom and finally regained his composure. Now weak and listless, he returned to the operating room.

"This won’t do. You lack the basic qualifications for surgery."

Director Fang had just finished up, and while taking off his surgical gown, he saw the delicate graduate student enter and scolded him again.

Director Fang was known for his fondness for scolding at Sanbo Hospital. All graduate students and standardized training students who had been to the General Surgery Department knew it.

But Director Fang was also known for his generosity. He would always give some pocket money to the hardworking graduate students and standardized training students in private. In short, apart from his sharp tongue, he was generally rather considerate towards young doctors.

"It’s okay, you’ll become desensitized after watching a few more times," said Yang Ping, who had already removed his surgical gown.

Back in the day, Song Zimo had had a severe fear of blood, yet now he had become an excellent surgeon. These things just required one to be tough on oneself, to actively expose oneself to these ’allergens.’ With time and repeated exposure, one naturally becomes desensitized.

Zhou walked over to the sterile table holding the excised liver to take a closer look, but the sight of that mass was even more disgusting than what he’d seen on the operating table, causing another wave of nausea as his stomach churned uncomfortably.

His face turned ashen, and he nearly ran out, probably unable to hold back from vomiting again.

"Xiao Chen!"

Director Fang called his graduate student.

Dr. Chen, who was taking off his surgical gown, looked up, uncertain of what his mentor might require.

After thinking, Director Fang said, "Tomorrow, pull some X-rays of hydatid disease of the lower limbs for him to see, preferably of the thigh. Let him have a good look, to desensitize him a bit. How can someone work in general surgery like this? How will he ever be able to hold a scalpel?"

Dr. Chen took the instruction from his mentor seriously. He immediately ran to the computer in the operating room, logged in with his work ID, and pulled up an X-ray of the bilateral thigh in anteroposterior and lateral views, a clear image of hydatid disease.

The entire thigh was filled with dense, small white spots, extremely crowded, a series of lines and dots, enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.

"Director! Is it this sort?"

Dr. Chen had pulled up the X-rays only to confirm with his mentor to avoid any mistakes.

"Yes, that’s the kind."

Director Fang glanced at the X-ray and nodded with satisfaction.

"What are you doing!" The patrolling nurse, seeing the image, couldn’t help but feel a tingling scalp. It seemed to her like these people were intentionally tormenting someone, first maggots and now hydatids, as if they wouldn’t rest until they made others vomit.

But the patrolling nurse wasn’t going to be defeated so easily, or else she’d become the butt of jokes. To prove her tolerance to disgusting sights, she deliberately walked up to the computer screen and stared at the X-ray, as if to say she wasn’t afraid of their X-ray. However, this X-ray was indeed disturbing, causing goosebumps and making hairs stand on end.

A brief glance was enough; she couldn’t look too long. The patrolling nurse symbolically peered at it for a few moments then quickly moved away, feeling a bit queasy from the sight.

The surgery for Jiang Li was complete, and her treatment was now in the hands of ICU. Whether she could eventually pull through remained uncertain. Surgery was just one part of it. She had many more hurdles to pass through – whether the shock could be reversed, whether multiple organ failure would occur, and so on; all of it was still unknown.

But as for the surgery itself, Yang Ping had done everything to the utmost extent.

When Jiang Li was wheeled out of ICU, it was already past nine o’clock at night. All six of her siblings were waiting for her at the operating room doors. Her eldest brother and sister-in-law quickly approached, carrying a bag, and eagerly asked about the surgery. Hearing that it had gone very successfully, they were all relieved and happy.

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