Surgery Godfather
Chapter 749 - 668: Getting a Certificate

Chapter 749: Chapter 668: Getting a Certificate

Speaking of the case, Yang Ping was very interested.

"Send me the information and I will take time to visit."

Upon hearing Yang Ping’s agreement, Professor Yao was delighted. With Professor Yang co-researching this case, it was highly likely they could find a solution.

The Nandu Medical University-affiliated hospital is one of the few domestic hospitals that has mastered the technique of organ transplant between different blood types.

Professor Yao had previously handled several such cases, though the majority were liver and kidney transplants. There was no precedent for heart transplants yet, hence they were still exploring.

The key technique in organ transplantation between different blood types was the "three-step blood washing method."

The first step was double-membrane filtration of plasma: helping the patient filter out clotting factors and some antibodies in the blood by filtration.

The second step was to use special drugs to clear the corresponding antibodies in the patient’s blood: since blood antibodies are produced by human B lymphocytes, these are killed off with drugs, thus significantly reducing the antibody content in the patient’s blood plasma in a short time.

The third step was whole plasma replacement for the patient, using approximately 3500 milliliters of plasma corresponding to the transplanted organ.

Professor Yao had not only mastered these techniques but was also highly proficient at them. However, the current case might require an even more advanced technique than the three-step blood washing method.

Yang Ping looked at the schedule and realized it was tight.

"The patient has a dilated cardiomyopathy with myocardium so thin it’s like a piece of paper. I’m afraid he can’t wait much longer?" Professor Yao was quite anxious.

Upon hearing the urgency of the case, Yang Ping said, "Send the medical records to my email as soon as possible. I’ll squeeze in some time tomorrow morning to see it."

"Should I come to pick you up tomorrow morning?" Professor Yao asked as he was leaving.

Yang Ping shook his head and said, "No need, I’ll go myself."

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In the evening, Yang Ping and Xiao Su went to the supermarket in their community to buy a few grocery items. Usually, when shopping, Yang Ping played the role of a load carrier, following behind Xiao Su.

Unless there were special circumstances, they usually ate at home.

Xiao Su, no stranger to hard work, would cook several dishes, even for just the two of them. Each dish was small in size, but she always diversified her cooking.

While Xiao Su was busy washing and cooking, Yang Ping would be in his study room, checking out the medical records sent by Professor Yao on his computer.

The patient, a 45-year-old male with dilated cardiomyopathy, had a left ventricular diameter, as indicated by a cardiac ultrasound, expanded to 76 mm. The ventricular diameter of a normal person is around 45 mm, and in addition, the patient’s heart volume was more than twice the size of a normal person’s. His heart was functioning terribly, with left ventricular ejection fraction dropped to 28%, while in a normal person, it is at least 50%.

With such a terrible heart function, indeed the myocardium was thin as a piece of paper and couldn’t be sustained for much longer.

The patient had been hospitalized and was actively undergoing heart failure treatment. However, his body’s circulatory system was fluctuating, his internal environment was disordered, and he needed dopamine and norepinephrine to maintain his blood pressure.

Professor Yao had already installed an intra-aortic balloon pump for the patient to assist the left ventricle in order to barely maintain some functionality.

"Dinner’s ready!"

Xiao Su called out from the study room, pulling Yang Ping out of his thoughts.

Their meals might be simple, but Xiao Su never compromised. She prepared three dishes and a soup, and she was an excellent cook. By now, Yang Ping had gotten used to her meals, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn’t eat them for a few days.

"Yesterday when I went home, my mom solemnly handed me our household register. I asked her what she was doing, and my mother said that since I’m grown up now, I need to manage the household register myself." Xiao Su said while they were eating.

Is there such a rule that when a daughter grows up, she needs to manage her own household register?

At the time, Xiao Su asked her dad, who said he hadn’t heard of such a rule?

Her dad replied, "This is a rule at home. Your mom makes the rules at home. She told you to manage it, so you should."

"After thinking about it later, was this a gentle way of urging me to get married? To push me into marriage?"

The two had been trying to pick a date to get their marriage certificate but kept forgetting about this important matter due to their busy schedules.

According to Professor Su and Mrs. Su’s opinions, the two were busy with work and their careers, so they should get the certificate first and then make up the wedding later. All traditional hassles could be avoided.

However, Yang Ping felt it wasn’t fair to Xiao Su to just simply get a certificate.

But it would be better to get the certificate earlier to give Su a sense of security, and the wedding could be made up for later.

Yang Ping was usually busy with work, surgery, and research, and Xiao Su never complained, being very understanding. She had indeed found the right person.

However, being together every day at work could also be considered as being in each other’s company

Being a doctor is a unique profession, one where misunderstanding can lead to conflicts, especially for doctors in big hospitals—they are swamped with work.

For example, in the big hospitals like Xiehe, for the first five years of employment, one should not even think about dating.

The job requires their presence in the hospital daily from six in the morning till nine at night, 365 days a year. Who could endure such a boyfriend or girlfriend?

Being busy in their youth, and then, when they grow older and become experts, they are still busy.

Many senior surgeons operate everyday from morning till night, non-stop.

Upon hearing Xiao Su’s words, Yang Ping gently puts down his chopsticks and gazes at Xiao Su with affection: "How about we get married tomorrow?"

Xiao Su looks at Yang Ping who devotes his days to surgical research. Is this a proposal? She nods, "We should take one hour off tomorrow morning to get our wedding certificate!"

"I just feel guilty. Getting married is a big deal, and we are accomplishing it so simply," Yang Ping shares his thoughts.

Shouldn’t there at least be a room full of roses? A marriage proposal ceremony? Aren’t ceremonies important?

Xiao Su laughs and replies: "Ceremonies are superficial. They are just a comfort for the heart and a sign of hope. We don’t need them. I am truly uninterested in them. We will take an hour off tomorrow and receive our wedding certificate."

"Hmm! I will definitely give you a unique wedding ceremony in the future."

"Hmm! I don’t care about these things."

Yang Ping took Xiao Su’s hand, and they shared a beautiful moment.

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The next day, after their shifts, they both took time off, drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau and collected their marriage certificate.

Hand in hand, they emerged from the Civil Affairs Bureau holding their bright red wedding certificate.

"Husband!"

"Wife!"

They both laughed, holding hands and walked toward the parking lot, got in the car and headed back to the hospital.

While they were still in the car, Yang Ping received a phone call from Director Zhou of the Scientific Education Department. His new topic—cultivating muscles using stem cells—had received approval from the national authority.

Yang Ping had started researching the topic long before, using his own grant money. Sanbo Hospital had also helped him apply for national funds. Although they weren’t substantial, they were still meaningful.

For example, every year the hospital and department appraisals include the number of national-level projects.

Yang Ping wasn’t concerned about these, but the hospital, department, and team needed them.

"It’s a coincidence. The day we obtained our marriage certificate, our new project also received national approval," said Yang Ping with a smile.

Xiao Su had higher expectations of her husband: "Didn’t you say that you would give me a special wedding? You should get a major award for this project."

"A Nobel? How about that?" Yang Ping teased.

Xiao Su responded seriously, "You said it, so it’s going to happen. You will present me a Nobel Prize at our wedding."

Xiao Su believed that, given her husband’s abilities, aiming for a Nobel Prize in the future wasn’t far-fetched.

They both felt sweet happiness during the journey. They were not just boyfriend and girlfriend anymore, but a real husband and wife.

Before, they were driving without a license. Now, with their wedding certificate, they felt an entirely different sense of confirmation.

"We—should tour around then have a meal somewhere to celebrate my good fortune in finding such a great wife and your luck in finding such a good husband."

"Vanity! I’d rather cook at home. The hygiene conditions outside aren’t good and it’s not healthy; we should eat out less," Xiao Su disagreed.

"I forgot. I have to go to the hospital today. Professor Yao has a special patient and wants me to take a look," Yang Ping recalled his arrangement with Professor Yao from yesterday.

"You should go as fast as you can. Drop me off at the hospital and then head straight to see the patient. Did you arrange everything with the department? Will you be back for dinner tonight?" Xiao Su asked with concern.

"Hmm, I will definitely be back. Today is a special day, after all."