Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1287 - 981: The Beauty of Machines

Chapter 1287: Chapter 981: The Beauty of Machines

Song Zimo gently nudged Yang Ping with his elbow, his eyes full of anticipation, "Professor, could you demonstrate how to peel a grape?"

Yang Ping smiled slightly and nodded. "Sure, I’ll show everyone how it’s done." As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding doctors immediately became excited.

In the medical field, whether it is traditional surgery, laparoscopic surgery, or the current robotic surgery, grape peeling is a common training exercise for surgical skills.

Yang Ping stood up and walked to the operating table. Unlike the Da Vinci surgical robot, this robot was equipped with tactile feedback capabilities, which made it technologically more advanced, so Yang Ping was eager to try out how this surgical robot actually worked.

The training room of the Surgical Research Institute was arranged differently from a real operating room. The surgical robot and operating table were placed in a spacious room, and the doctors immediately formed a circle around it, watching the operating table intently.

Yang Ping sat in front of the operating console, skillfully adjusted the machine, and quickly began the operation.

The highly precise surgical robot operated as an extension of Yang Ping’s arms, with the robotic arms moving swiftly and steadily through the air, as if endowed with life itself.

The first robotic arm delicately grasped a lustrous purple grape, the second arm lightly pressed the epidermis of the grape to create tension on a local area of the skin, and the third arm, equipped with scissors, gently cut a small opening on the grape skin. As soon this was done, the second robotic arm immediately gripped the edge of the freshly cut skin and gently lifted it, allowing the third arm to begin precisely separating it with the sharp scissors.

Without any hesitation, the three robotic arms operated with exquisite coordination, utilizing minute force and precise control. Their speed was so rapid it was almost alarming, leaving the onlookers fearful that at such a pace, the grape skin might tear.

However, no such mishap occurred. In less than ten seconds, the thin skin was seamlessly peeled off, forming two hemispherical shapes. The whole process was so smooth it was astonishing, leaving the observing doctors holding their breath, watching every detail as if afraid to miss anything.

Yet, the surprise was not over.

Yang Ping controlled the robotic arms to carefully "stitch" the peeled grape skin back together. The fine stitches were almost invisible, and the skin wrapped around the pulp as if it had never been peeled.

"It’s magical!" a doctor couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice, and others nodded in agreement.

After completing this series of delicate operations, everyone seemed still engrossed. Song Zimo suddenly had an idea, took out a piece of paper, and placed it on the operating table, "Professor, why not fold a paper airplane for fun?"

As soon as he finished speaking and his fingers had just begun to release the paper, the robotic arm quickly and precisely snatched the paper from Song Zimo’s hand, its movements crisp and decisive.

The paper was laid out on the operating table, and the three robotic arms began to cooperate in folding the paper airplane. Each fold was perfectly timed, and the entire process was distinctly different from how humans would fold with two hands. Soon, the paper airplane was formed, finalizing with smooth lines and even wings, reminiscent of the most perfect childhood craft.

"Draw!"

Song Zimo was still not satisfied and was about to get another piece of paper.

But the robotic arm had already unfolded the paper airplane and smoothed out the creases. Song Zimo quickly handed over his ballpoint pen; the robotic arm’s pliers clamped it, adjusted the angle of the pen, and turned towards artistic creation. Smoothly outlining the contours of a cartoon character on the paper, the lines were dynamic and full of three-dimensionality. A vivid cartoon character emerged on the paper, drawing praise from the doctors watching nearby.

Not only that, the robotic arm also showcased its ability to write Chinese characters. Amidst the turns of the brush strokes, Yang Ping’s signature flowed like clouds and water on the bottom right corner of the screen, embodying both the charm of traditional calligraphy and the precision of modern technology.

Song Zimo silently placed beads, needles, and thread on the operating table.

Yang Ping began threading beads, while the robotic arm picked up the thread, shaped the end, and then threaded the beads directly with the thread end. Usually, everyone used a needle with the thread for training, but now Yang Ping did not need a needle, using only the flexible thread to thread the beads, which was extremely difficult.

The robotic arm held the thread and exposed a short segment. It accurately and seamlessly weaved through the colorful beads, creating a string of exquisite bead chains.

At this moment, the applause that could no longer be held back erupted like thunder.

However, Song Zimo always felt puzzled. He had been working very hard, arriving early at the laboratory and leaving late, dedicating almost all his time to learning and training.

But why did Yang Ping always seem lethargic, without any signs of diligent training, yet his surgical skill always far exceeded his own?

This forced him to lament that the gap in talent really could not be bridged by effort alone. Yang Ping was always on the summit, while Song Zimo felt that no matter how hard he tried, he could only look up.

"Want to give it a try?" Yang Ping stood up from his seat and stretched a bit.

Song Zimo appeared slightly nervous, overwhelmed by the oppressive aura of the lead professor. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Why are you nervous? I’m not staring at you," Yang Ping said.

Song Zimo turned to look at Yang Ping beside him, "Can you move a bit further away? Your presence is a bit intimidating."

Yang Ping had no choice but to move next to the operating table to watch Song Zimo’s performance. Song Zimo clenched his teeth and concentrated, the robotic arm began to move, and although it could complete the whole process, the movements were neither smooth nor precise. For example, the grape skin slipped several times during suturing, the paper airplane was not neatly folded, and the drawing and writing were merely passable. Finally, threading the beads without the needle’s aid was impossible.

In short, the entire process could be completed smoothly, but there was no beauty to speak of. Yang Ping’s performance, on the other hand, constantly exuded an essence of mechanical beauty.

"Continue training, I’ve got some things to handle."

After teaching everyone some training methods and techniques, Yang Ping left the department to go change his son’s diaper.

One by one, everyone in the Surgical Research Institute’s robotic surgery training room went to rest, except for Song Zimo, who was the last to leave. He continued training until midnight, striving to understand how the three robotic arms could coordinate perfectly, how to overcome the limitations of dual-arm operation dependent on the human brain, and to maximize the utility of the three robotic arms.

He copied Yang Ping’s surgical videos from the robot’s host computer and transferred them to his phone. Song Zimo planned to study them in his free time, determined to break through his conventional thinking and grasp the true essence of multi-arm operation.

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