Surgery Godfather
Chapter 884 - 782: The Long-awaited Emergency

Chapter 884: Chapter 782: The Long-awaited Emergency

It seems that the reflection on strange phenomena is not just happening in China, but also abroad. Humanity shares common traits.

Yang Ping looked at their chat in the group with a bitter smile. He didn’t want to be famous, but he now had become very well known. He didn’t want to become an internet celebrity, but the name Professor Yang had already become the hottest topic online.

If Yang Ping were to start live-streaming sales now, he probably wouldn’t lose out to those top-tier internet celebrities. After all, when it came to medical-related goods, such as health products, Yang Ping’s explanations were very professional. The halo of having published 13 CNS papers was more effective than any advertisement.

In fact, big companies had already invited Yang Ping to appear in live-streaming sales. Several domestic and international health product companies offered him sky-high commissions, tempting Yang Ping with the prospect that he might earn more in one sales session than he would in several lifetimes as a doctor, asking him why he should work so hard.

Yang Ping just smiled at these invitations. He had no doubt that using his fame for live-streaming sales could earn a lot of money, and it would be countless times easier than being a doctor and doing scientific research.

The chat in the WeChat group was very relaxed and free, where everyone went from discussing recent sensational gossip to starting academic discussions seamlessly.

Soon after, a video and related materials about Yang Ping’s apex myocardial resection technique were posted in the group. Li Zehui, as an informal member, had already joined the chat. He was a cardiac surgery expert from the Cleveland Medical Center, so he was more interested in this new surgery than anyone else and was the first doctor abroad to come in contact with Yang Ping’s new technique.

Yang Ping didn’t have time to pay attention to the WeChat group’s chat. He went home with Xiao Su after work, and they cooked dinner together.

As time passed, Xiao Su’s belly slowly grew larger. Fortunately, Yang Ping rarely had to perform emergency surgeries now and could take care of Xiao Su after work.

Mrs. Su wanted to come over to help personally, but Xiao Su refused her, saying that now was not the time, and they would talk about it when it was closer to the birth.

Xiao Su did some simple fitness exercises in the room, while Yang Ping read and studied in the study.

They started to rest around 10:30 PM.

When there were no emergency surgeries, Yang Ping rarely stayed up past 11 PM. Ensuring adequate sleep was crucial for maintaining his health.

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In Nandu Provincial City, even deep into the night, many people had not yet gone to sleep.

Guo Peihua was one of them. He was a programmer, and a successful one at that, working for a large internet company with an annual salary of over a million.

He had one bad habit: staying up late.

Not only did he stay up late, but he also liked to smoke and drink, consuming at least two packs of cigarettes a day.

Because of his high position in the company, Guo Peihua could often work from home. It was normal for him to go to bed at two or three in the morning. He enjoyed this lifestyle - the peace of late-night hours spent typing at the keyboard and coding was, to him, a pleasure of life.

Being young, the thirty-year-old Guo Peihua believed he was too young to experience any health problems. When the company’s health examination revealed high blood pressure, with systolic pressure soaring to 180mmHg and diastolic pressure above 110mmHg.

The doctor urged him to visit the cardiovascular department to find out the cause. Whether it was primary or secondary hypertension, it needed treatment.

But Guo Peihua just laughed it off, mocking the doctor for being inexperienced. His grandfather and father both had high blood pressure with no issues. His father was still able to work, and his grandfather lived to ninety. Could high blood pressure really be that terrible?

Moreover, Guo Peihua liked to surf the internet, digging into articles with novel perspectives about the world.

He particularly enjoyed conspiracy theories, firmly believing in those circulated online.

He was convinced that the diagnosis of high blood pressure was flawed and fell for conspiracy theories crafted to attract attention,

believing them to be concocted by evil capitals to make people spend a lifetime taking their antihypertensive drugs for profit. Feeling energetic and experiencing no discomfort, Guo Peihua was even more convinced these ideas were baseless.

That day, like usual, he called a few friends to go out for late-night food. Barbecue, beer, and boasting made for days more blissful than a demigod’s.

He started work around one in the morning, with recent deadlines for a new game development being tight. With a cigarette in his right hand and coffee in his left, Guo Peihua’s workday truly began.

About half an hour later, Guo Peihua felt a deep, unreachable pain in his back that was uncomfortable. He took a break, bore the pain, thinking it was his cervical spondylosis acting up. He’d experienced neck and shoulder or back pain before when it flared up.

Guo Peihua massaged himself with a massager. Though he earned a million annually, he wasn’t married yet.

He didn’t want to be tied down to a family so early. With his salary, he could travel whenever he wished.

As for personal needs, in modern society, money made them easy to address, and it allowed him flexibility in resolving them—a lifestyle Guo Peihua relished.

The massager was ineffective, so Guo Peihua took two diclofenac sodium pills since he often self-studied medical knowledge and kept common medications at home.

The two nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs were useless. He originally wanted to consult a high school friend who was a doctor but then thought the matter was trivial—no point in asking, as they would only say it’s cervical spondylosis and prescribe the same treatment.

He lay in his own specialized work chair to rest, activating its massage feature. The chair was a massage chair worth over ten thousand yuan.