Surgery Godfather
Chapter 756 - 675: A Silk Banner, the Honor of a Doctor.

Chapter 756: Chapter 675: A Silk Banner, the Honor of a Doctor.

On the fluoroscope screen, the angiograph image of the unblocked coronary artery was stunningly beautiful.

Director Ji remained fixated on the screen. In his view, if he were to perform surgery, he would never dare to undertake such an aggressive atherectomy. If he ever did, he was almost certain to puncture the blood vessel within a minute. Therefore, he had to proceed slowly and carefully.

It was not just Director Ji who wouldn’t dare to carry out the atherectomy this way. Most likely, no interventionist would dare to do such, except for Yang Ping.

Director Ji understood that Yang Ping could condense hours of coronary atherectomy into half an hour. This was not due to luck, but rather it was supported by Yang Ping’s extremely sophisticated control skills.

At this moment, Director Guan had returned to the operating room, seemingly having successfully pacified the group of family members.

At least, there were no longer sounds of doors being kicked and hammered from outside.

The patient lay on the operating table, needed to be observed for a while to ensure that the coronary artery would not occlude again, before being sent to the CCU for monitoring.

Director Guan also stood in front of the fluoroscope screen, quietly studying the final image on the screen, calculating the operation time, recalling the exaggerated atherectomy process. His heart pounded and sweat started to drip, even after the operation.

Throughout his more than 20-year career in intervention, Director Guan had performed many difficult operations.

Coronary atherectomy was one such operation that was difficult, especially the atherectomy of fork locations. Placing a stent after atherectomy was like the crown jewel of cardiovascular interventional surgery.

Aside from Yang Ping, Director Guan had never seen anyone else who dared to perform a safe atherectomy this way.

If it were not for the perfect result, any interventionist would think Yang Ping’s approach was reckless, crude, and potentially lethal operations.

"This method can’t be replicated. Generally, you should still go through the process and atherectomize slowly."

Yang Ping didn’t forget to remind Directors Guan and Ji.

Indeed, he could speed up many operations with wanton disregard, but others couldn’t.

That’s because he had honed his skills through countless cases. Few people had the same level of practice.

For today’s operation, if someone were to imitate his fast atherectomy technique, they might puncture the coronary artery. The consequences would be fatal.

Luckily, Doctors Guan and Ji both understood this. They maintained a clear mind; even if they had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn’t dare to imitate Yang Ping’s seemingly inhuman operation.

"You worked hard, Professor Yang. Do you want to go out for some late-night snacks?" Director Ji offered to treat him.

Yang Ping, being in a hurry to return, had to refuse the kindness of Director Ji: "Don’t worry, you guys are also busy. Let’s catch up another time."

Director Ji had a good impression of this young man. Everyone in Sanbo Hospital greatly acknowledged Yang Ping. His talent was one thing but the main thing was that he was down-to-earth and never acted superior. He was always ready to help when needed for rescuing patients.

Everyone sincerely wished this young man to achieve greater success, which would also allow them to ride on his coattails.

When Yang Ping said they would get together next time, it must have meant he was busy tonight and couldn’t join for late-night snacks. Director Ji did not insist further.

"Then let’s meet another time." Director Ji helped Yang Ping remove his surgical gown.

After removing his surgical gown, Yang Ping took off the heavy lead suit. The surgical suit underneath was soaked with sweat.

Before leaving, Yang Ping checked the patient’s electrocardiogram again and used a stethoscope to listen to the patient’s heart.

For this patient, the fact that the coronary arteries were unblocked in the shortest time, restoring blood supply to the myocardium and ultimately protecting the myocardium to the maximum extent, surely meant that he would be fine after a few days of monitoring postoperatively.

When Yang Ping returned home, Xiao Su had some late-night snacks ready for him.

Today had been a fulfilling day with a wedding consultation during the day and saving an intervention department patient at night.

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The next morning, in the Comprehensive Surgery Department doctor’s office.

Everyone was busy with their own work. Zhang Lin hung up a new pennant on the office’s wall of pennants. There were so many that they were stacked on top of each other.

Of course, some of these pennants were given to Yang Ping, and some were given to the department, but all were sent by the patients out of heartfelt gratitude.

August and Robert both carried a pair of chopsticks and a small bag of soybeans with them.

Whenever they had time, they would scatter the soybeans on their desks and then pick them up one by one with the chopsticks and put them into the small cloth bag.

The doctors in the department knew they were practicing their chopstick skills and didn’t find it strange.

They had a daily competition of picking up soybeans; the one who lost had to get in line for food at the cafeteria. It’s difficult only until one sets his mind; they had only been training for a few days, and yet they had already managed to pick up the soybeans with chopsticks, albeit not very successfully yet.

"This is my office in Long Island. Look at it, isn’t it splendid?"

Robert showed a photo on his phone, which his assistant had sent him.

August was deeply shocked by the photo. It was indeed magnificent, with the walls of the office adorned with Chinese-style pennants. Could this guy be so exceptional that he had so many pennants? But he hadn’t gone back yet, so how could someone have given him a pennant?

"People frequently give pennants to me and to Professor Yang. I aspire to be just like the Professor. My office has this many pennants, and about twenty of them were made by me, the rest were given by patients. All of the pennants are written in Chinese." Robert couldn’t hide his pride.

"You’ve been studying here all along? People have sent you pennants? And they’re in Chinese too?" August was full of questions.

"That’s what you don’t understand, August. Now, I require that patients who come in for appointments bring a pennant to get priority treatment. When I return to the United States after finishing my training, my first patients will undoubtedly be those who have brought pennants," Robert raised his head proudly.

"How would patients know to bring this kind of pennant?" August was still left confused.

Robert had to explain: "I have announced both on the clinic’s official website and at the entrance that bringing a pennant ensures priority treatment. I even provided a template for the pennant next to the notice. Aug, you should try out this method when you return to Germany. I assure you, your office wall will be covered in pennants within three months."

"Is this really okay?" August was doubtful.

Robert confidently responded: "Yes, it’s easy to form new habits when guided properly. Following my method, within a year, they’ll develop a good habit where they will bring pennants voluntarily. And what’s more, they’ll know to bring the pennants in a traditional Chinese style."

August thought that Robert’s method seemed doable. His ingenuity was commendable.

"Can I see the picture again? Maybe you could send it to me via WeChat?" August was interested.

Robert didn’t hesitate to share. He instantly sent the photos to August.

As August examined the pennants on the wall and compared them with the photo on WeChat, he thought they shared a resemblance and had a strong Chinese-style look. But something still seemed off, even though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

"Could I have a copy of your pennant template? I don’t want to have to make my version." August was too lazy to make his template.

Robert accordingly sent August the template and detailed parameters. The template was the work of his assistant Barel who spent a week designing it, and it was designed entirely based on the photos Robert had given him.

Pennants; the honor of a doctor. The more pennants a doctor has, the more popular they are.

Both August and Robert heard Yang Ping say this, and both remembered his words. They both wanted to follow in the professor’s footsteps, to become the most liked doctors.

Robert’s technique was viable and good, thought August.

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