Surgery Godfather
Chapter 683 - 609: What’s with that look in your eyes?_3

Chapter 683: Chapter 609: What’s with that look in your eyes?_3

"From a deep study of the disease, to the formulation of the surgical plan, to the design of the instruments, everything is very mature. I am sure that for the little Duke, he must have had a team behind him studying for a long time. No one would be indifferent to one billion Euros, just like you and me."

The operation on the Duke’s son had been rewarded with one billion Euros from the Duke’s foundation fund.

"Leaving aside everything else, just consider this artificial thoracic cage, designed to be movable, it does not expand during normal breathing. It needs to be expanded by inflating a balloon, expand by a maximum of one millimeter a day, and the expansion is irreparable. This kind of design isn’t something that can be done in a short amount of time." Lloyd had carefully analyzed each detail of Yang Ping’s surgical plan.

"Moreover, his external spinal fixation frame really is an innovative lead in technology. If it weren’t for an emergency, Gothenburg wouldn’t need to need fusion by using the external fixation frame technology. Why was this man unknown before and only had a few articles on top journals?"

Lloyd felt that a person like this should have a high reputation in the industry. How could he not know of him?

It appears that August has more connections than them, being able to be the chairman of the Orthopedic Association is well-deserved recognition.

"Shall we go back to the ward?" Lloyd suggested.

Because everyone sitting here seemed to have no intention of leaving.

"Alright, let’s go back to the ward and check on Gothenburg."

Germany’s strongest forces in orthopedics, a dozen big names stood up as someone did. They all headed to the VIP ward, where Gothenburg was already lying on the bed in the emergency ward with the ECMO machine running steadily, substituting for his cardiopulmonary functions, circulating his blood throughout the body, nurturing every cell.

Gothenburg had successfully completed surgery in just under three hours.

The old Duke stood by the bedside, leaning on his cane. In fact, his body wasn’t in a bad condition, he didn’t need the cane. It was probably some sort of prop for people like him.

At this moment, the head of Europe’s largest financial group was a bit disbelieving, thinking he was dreaming.

This period was full of twists and turns. First, August brought him the good news that a Chinese doctor could treat Gothenburg’s illness, but after August went to China and everyone was delightedly awaiting the arrival of the Chinese doctor to treat Gothenburg with a new technique, Gothenburg had an accident. His heart totally collapsed, rendering the new technique useless and hope was shattered once again.

Unexpectedly, through traditional surgery, the Chinese doctor was still able to complete the operation.

This kind of alternating sorrow and joy was extremely brutal to one’s spirit.

The old Duke was looking bewildered and exhausted now, somewhat unable to accept the reality before him.

"He’s alright now. If everything goes smoothly, he can remove the support in three months, and like a normal person, stand up and walk. Plus, by that time his sunken chest will have expanded, and he’ll have a real man’s chest."

Seeing his friend’s bewildered eyes, August thought he must have been overtaken by joy, his excitment hadn’t yet subsided.

"August, we have something to confirm with you." Professor William personally came to invite August.

Only Professor William could summon August in his current state.

August followed Professor William to the Orthopedic conference room. Sitting straight were a dozen big names, giving August a shock. What did this mean?

The door was closed.

"Please, sit!" Professor William was very polite.

August carefully sat down, "Gentlemen?"

"We have a very private question to ask you. About Professor Yang, you must answer truthfully." Professer William was very serious.

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August didn’t know what happened, the atmoshpere was so serious.

After a while, encouraged by everyone’s gaze, Professor William asked:

"How old is your mentor?"

With such a grand set-up, August was expecting these men wanted to destroy him on behalf of Germany, and let out a sigh of relief, saying:

"Twenty-eight!"

Twenty-eight?

All the big names in the room were instantly petrified.

"I thought he was at least forty?" Professor Lloyd’s hoarse voice.

Forty?

My mentor is young and handsome, how could he possibly look forty? What kind of vision do you have?

If August was not well-mannered, he would have started swearing.