Surgery Godfather
Chapter 528 - 480: Defense Meeting

Chapter 528: Chapter 480: Defense Meeting

"Welcome, Dr. Yang!"

Kobayashi Takeshi with utmost respect, he had personally witnessed Yang Ping’s surgery at Yingge Hospital and the memory was still fresh.

"Does Professor Kobayashi know him?"

"Is he a friend of Professor Kobayashi?"

"They seem to be quite familiar with each other!"

"Look at the degree of the bow by Professor Kobayashi, he is very respectful towards him."

"I heard that this young man was also a teacher to Takahashi?"

"Just who is this person, so impressive?"

The Japanese doctors in the conference hall could no longer control their curiosity and started whispering amongst themselves, particularly the younger doctors, who couldn’t help but steal glances at Yang Ping.

Ito turned to look at Ikeda, hoping that he would react to this disturbance, but Ikeda had his eyes closed and was completely still.

So Ito coughed a couple of times, signaling Matsui Raizo.

Matsui Raizo, hailing from Shun Tian Tang, did not intervene to control the session and could only give Komori Daisuke and Mitsui Tasuku a look.

Professor Komori immediately rose: "Quiet! Please stay quiet! This is a case discussion."

The conference hall finally settled down somewhat. Fujiwara Masao led Yang Ping to the first row, to the seat next to him, while Takahashi Fumiya took to the podium to chair the meeting.

Rather than a case discussion, it was more of a defense by Yang Ping, a defense about the surgical plan for Ning Yu.

Ito, Matsui, Komori, Mitsui, Sasaki and other Japanese doctors, all were ready, hoping to regain their dignity during the conference.

Even Komori and Mitsui hoped that they could reclaim the chief surgeon’s role from Ning Yu through this case discussion.

After all, those supporting Yang Ping were only Fujiwara Masao and Takahashi, and the newly arrived Kobayashi Takeshi was fighting alone. The old professor Ikeda was only trying to protect Fujiwara, being forced to do so.

The doctors from various countries who were participating in the academic conference were only spectators, just to join in the fun.

In terms of numbers, Komori and Mitsui had an absolute advantage.

"Don’t worry too much about everyone’s reactions. Academic debates should be straightforward. they need a cognition storm." Fujiwara Masao whispered to Yang Ping, having full confidence in him.

When it came to performing surgery, no one knew more than Yang Ping. The countless cases in the system space made him indifferent to these unusual looks---only he seemed capable of performing Ning Yu’s surgery for the moment.

"Please stay quiet, the case discussion for Ning Yu will begin now. Dr. Sakurai will introduce Ning Yu’s condition shortly, and you can also refer to the tablets in your hands. We have provided versions in multiple languages including Chinese, Japanese, and English. We are fortunate to have Dr. Yang Ping from China’s Sanbo Hospital as the chief surgeon for Ning Yu’s surgery. He is currently the only doctor in the world who has successful surgical experience with such cases. Please welcome Dr. Yang."

Takahashi chaired the conference, Yang Ping stood up, slightly bowed to Ikeda and Ito, then turned around and bowed to everyone, and then sat down.

"I am very fortunate, Dr. Yang is also my teacher. I had the privilege of studying under Dr. Yang for half a year at Sanbo Hospital and benefited tremendously."

When Takahashi said these words, he felt no discomfort due to the age difference.

This was the first time he publically recognized his relationship with Yang Ping. He felt very proud. He knew that this identity would be an honor in the future, not everyone could have it.

Before the words even faded, the audience lost control and started murmuring again.

Dr. Yang!

The teacher of Takahashi Fumiya, the rumors were true.

The doctors who had attended the orthopedic academic conference at Sanbo Hospital were not unfamiliar with Yang Ping and also knew about his connection with Takahashi. They just didn’t know the story was so dramatic, with Yang Ping being Takahashi’s teacher.

"Disgraceful--"

Matsui Raizo was very angry, Ito kept looking at Ikeda, hoping that he would intervene as Takahashi’s words at such a gathering would tarnish the team’s reputation. After all, he was not from Tokyo University Hospital.

But Ikeda acted as if he hadn’t seen anything. He also disapproved in his heart, but this young man was invited by Fujiwara, and he had to protect his student Fujiwara.

"Disgraceful!"

Matsui Raizo repeated.

"I heard that, you don’t need to repeat, not everyone gets the chance to disgrace themselves like Takahashi." Kobayashi Takeshi looked at Matsui with scorn.

"Do you know him?" Matsui Raizo noticed something strange about Kobayashi Takeshi.

"Of course, it was because of him that I got to know about the wonderful double and triple localization cases. Remember the case of the dural arteriovenous fistula that I finally solved? That was a rare double localization case, something I learned from Dr. Yang. Had I not known about it beforehand, I’m afraid I would still be stuck."

By now, Sakurai had finished presenting the case history.

"Welcome, Dr. Yang! Please come up and explain your surgical plan."

Amid the low whispers, Takahashi invited Yang Ping to the podium.

Yang Ping stood firm and tested the microphone:

"Thank you, Professor Fujiwara, Professor Takahashi, and everyone else for giving me this opportunity. Each doctor has different specializations hence we have academic conferences and case discussions, with the aim of exchanging insights, learning from each other’s strengths, and pooling together different thoughts. Among the three persons walking, there is one who can be my teacher. This is especially applicable in the medical field. Each person sitting here could potentially be my teacher in a certain aspect. However, regarding Ning Yu’s case, indeed, I do have more experience. I am also the only doctor in the world who has successful experience in this matter. Up to now, I have performed two similar surgeries, and both were successful with the patients left with no sequelae."

If it were other cases, boasting about only two would be laughable.

But when the world’s top surgeons dare not operate on this kind of case, success with two is certainly worth showing off.

Mitsui raised his hand.

"Doctor Mitsui, please," Takahashi handed over the microphone.

Mitsui rose to his feet: "Dr. Yang, I want to know, with only two cases, could there be accidental factors involved?"

The undercurrent of the question was luck.

Yang Ping replied with a smile, "Doctor, it’s easy to determine the proportion of accidental factors in the success of this surgery. I invite you to use all your life’s luck and according to the Olympic shooting rules, shoot twice consecutively at 10.9 points for me."

As soon as the words fell, the whole venue was amused by Yang Ping’s humor.

Mitsui couldn’t respond for a moment and had to sit down.

He suppressed his anger. He had intended to stir up an enthusiastic discussion, but his attempt was shut down.

Sasaki’s hand rested on his back, signaling him to be quiet.

"As doctors, the thing we need the most and the least we can rely on is luck. For this kind of case, if you want the surgery to succeed, it must be a perfect 10.9 from beginning to end."

"First, you must have a safe access route. All existing routes are unsatisfactory. That’s the reason for the zero success rate of the operation so far, so I’ve designed a route that meets the surgical requirements."

"Look! This is a hand-drawn anatomical illustration of my surgical access route."

Takahashi manipulated the computer and following Yang Ping’s tempo, displayed the hand-drawn illustration on the big screen in the meeting room.

The exquisite and beautiful hand-drawn illustration, made with ultra-realistic techniques, looked like an art piece.

The case discussion seemed to have started off like a lecture.

Just this foundation of illustration could leave those who wanted to comment thinking twice.

"Beautiful! Really beautiful..."

Professor Ikeda adjusted his dark, round glasses, exclaiming uncontrollably.

Tokyo University Medical School has very high requirements for medical illustration, and every graduate must master excellent illustration skills.

However, their medical illustrations, which they were once proud of, looked like kindergarten sketches in comparison to these.

"Are these hand-drawn?"

Professor Ikeda couldn’t believe these were hand-drawn illustrations.

"I can’t believe it either, but Takahashi has seen him drawing, and after following Yang Ping for half a year, Takahashi’s drawing abilities have improved a lot. No one in Tokyo University Hospital can match Takahashi when it comes to drawing." Fujiwara replied with satisfaction.

"If they are indeed hand-drawn, he’s truly an amazing young man," said Professor Ikeda, his gaze fixed on the image on the screen.

The nerve nuclei were like islands, some far apart, some close together, with the red surgical access line weaving between the gaps.

The thumb-sized brainstem was magnified to the scale of a world map, with various structures marked clearly.

What effort it must have taken to have such in-depth research, just dissecting corpses would take years of energy.

"To perform such complex and delicate operations on a thumb-sized brainstem... with the current surgical tools, it seems unrealistic. Even a surgical robot can’t do it."

Warned by Mitsui’s experience, Komori Daisuke was very cautious with a calm tone.

In recent months, Komori Daisuke has performed many brainstem tumor surgeries, but none of this type.

"You’re absolutely correct. With these access paths, if future surgical robots can be accurate to less than 0.1 mm and have good tactile feedback, then, brainstem surgery will become much easier. Unfortunately, the current surgical robots can’t achieve this level of accuracy. More importantly, they lack good tactile feedback, so everything has to be done by the surgeons’ hands. It’s challenging, but necessary."

Komori Daisuke swallowed and stopped talking as if someone had pressed an acupoint. The sight of the winding access routes frightened him.

The whole surgery required getting a perfect 10.9 continuously. A single mistake, even a 10.8, would be lethal.

"Don’t you have anything to say?" Ito asked Matsui Raizo sitting next to him.

Matsui had been contemplating a question, but he didn’t know where to start.

He couldn’t let Professor Ito step in, could he? After a moment of thought, Matsui raised his hand.

"Dr. Yang!"

"Yes, please."

"I’d like to know, for the anatomy of the upper cervical cord and brainstem, you’ve drawn such beautiful diagrams. How long have you been studying this? How many cadaver specimens have you dissected? How many brain MR and CT images have you collected? Or is this the safe access route just imaginative and not supported by any empirical work? If it’s just theoretical, even if it looks perfect, it will be fraught with problems in clinical practice. In the history of surgery, countless operations were designed and considered flawless, such as frontal lobe resection for mental illness. It was considered a genius idea at the time, but later proved wrong." Professor Matsui looked as stern and serious as his teacher Ito.

This question hit Yang Ping where it hurt, all of his experiments had been conducted in system space.

He didn’t dissect many bodies in reality, except for the ones he dissected for his lectures to Song Zimo and others, or to get empirical evidence for his papers.

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