Surgery Godfather
Chapter 894 - 786: Entering the Capital_2

Chapter 894: Chapter 786: Entering the Capital_2

"Actually, this kind of situation is not uncommon. From a scientific perspective, some brain cells may become abnormally active after the patient becomes comatose or anesthetized, or abnormal connections may occur between certain brain cells. These abnormally active or connected brain cells can produce various hallucinations."

Liang Fatty had quite the experience with this, having conducted several investigations after anesthesia. Indeed, some patients experienced such situations post-surgery, especially after using certain anesthetics.

"You’re saying—could what he said be true, and not just nonsense?" Doctor Ruan was very curious. He wasn’t very specialized in anesthesia.

Liang Fatty nodded, "Some anesthetics provide pleasant experiences, even causing patients to dream sweet dreams, like the short-acting intravenous general anesthetic we often use—propofol, commonly known as ’milk,’ which brings pleasant dreams and a sense of pleasure and relaxation to patients. If you’re interested, you could head to the outpatient endoscopic room and see for yourself, since endoscopies of the stomach and intestines are performed there, many using propofol for general anesthesia. You could carry out a survey to investigate the experiences that these patients recall after waking up from under the anesthetic. I did a research survey on this topic in my second year of my Master’s degree."

"Is that really possible?" Doctor Ruan became interested in Guo Peihua’s description.

Liang Fatty said, "During propofol anesthesia, a few people even experience sexual hallucinations. Back when I was doing my Master’s, a female patient in the hospital’s endoscopy outpatient clinic woke up accusing a doctor of sexual assault. But the doctor at the time was very cautious, and for any reason, he never stayed alone with female patients. A nurse was always present throughout the entire treatment process, so he was able to prove his innocence in the end."

Doctor Ruan gained some knowledge this time. It seems that a patient’s "nonsense babbling" could also have some science behind it.

Seeing Doctor Ruan’s keen interest, Liang Fatty elaborated a bit further, "Some teams, noticing this feature of propofol, whimsically thought of using the drug to treat depression. The anesthesiology team at Magic City Sixth Hospital started researching to decipher the neural mechanisms behind the euphoria caused by propofol, thereby exploring the potential of propofol as an old drug with new uses for treating depression."

"And in the United States, a psychiatric team has already begun clinical research, using propofol to treat volunteers with depression and has achieved very good results."

"But propofol is addictive, so research needs to be done with considerable caution."

"It’s just that propofol is more typical. It doesn’t rule out that other anesthetics might cause various similar reactions, so what Guo Peihua described, it might not necessarily be nonsense; it could really have been his experience at that time. However, people tend to involuntarily exaggerate such things."

"Let’s get a brain MRI diffusion and then consult the Neurology Department. After that, have a psychological assessment done. If everything’s alright, transfer him back to the Comprehensive Surgery Department." Yang Ping thought it was better to be cautious.

"I’ll arrange it today," ordered Doctor Ruan.

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Guo Peihua had been stable for many days after surgery, and Yang Ping was quite relieved.

After work, he wanted to go to the market to buy some groceries and then cook a few dishes in the evening.

Yang Ping could cook and was actually quite good at it, but he rarely had the opportunity to show off his skills because Xiao Su was an excellent cook. Now that Xiao Su was pregnant, he had the perfect opportunity to showcase his culinary talents.

Beijing acted fast; the notification had already been sent to Sanbo Hospital. Upon seeing the urgent notice, Dean Xia rushed to the Comprehensive Surgery Department to personally inform Yang Ping.

Yang Ping had just closed the door to his office when Dean Xia hurried in.

The document was clear; he had to immediately depart to Beijing to participate in the case discussion and treatment planning, yet it contained no details of the case and required confidentiality.

"Please bear with us. Go grab something to eat, prepare to leave promptly. I’ll have the hospital office book your flight and arrange a car to take you there. Once you arrive, someone will be there to meet you," Dean Xia instructed.

It must be an emergency for such a hasty call to action.

But Yang Ping was worried about Xiao Su, alone at home without any care, and with this trip to Beijing, he didn’t know how many days it would take.

So, Yang Ping took Xiao Su home, then explained the situation to his in-laws. Professor Su understood immediately and arranged for Mrs. Su to look after Xiao Su, reassuring Yang Ping that he could head to Beijing with peace of mind.

Having made all these arrangements, Yang Ping stopped by Yu Shuilian’s bakery to eat something, packed his luggage, bid farewell to Xiao Su, and took the hospital car to the airport.

Owing to confidentiality, he didn’t inform his friends in Beijing. If he had, led by Song Yun from Xiehe, his brothers would surely have made time to pick him up from the airport, despite their busy schedules.

Yang Ping would take a few days every month to give lectures, make ward rounds, and perform surgeries at Xiehe Hospital.

Even in such a short time, he had established a good relationship with the young doctors at Xiehe. Indeed, the quality of the doctors there was very high, ranking among the top in China. This group of young doctors was composed entirely of eight-year doctoral program graduates, each of them academic prodigies who could have attended universities like Tsinghua and Peking University based on their college entrance exam scores.

Under Yang Ping’s guidance, these young people were growing rapidly. With him standing at the operating table, they could fully engage in surgeries. For instance, Song Yun had already accumulated rich experience in dealing with spinal deformities and had mastered the Yang-style Osteotomy technique.

The huge shock caused by the 13 CNS papers had the doctors at Xiehe discussing animatedly.

Song Yun and everyone else had been eagerly anticipating Yang Ping’s visit this month, hoping he would lead them in surgeries and then share some advice on writing papers.

However, this time, no information about Yang Ping’s trip to Beijing had leaked out.

By the time he disembarked from the airplane, it was already past midnight.

The ones there to pick him up were Director Zhou Min from the Medical Services Office of Hospital 301 and a military driver. Director Zhou Min had previously accompanied a group of officers from 301 to Sanbo Hospital and knew Yang Ping, so it was convenient for him to come and pick him up, also showing a level of importance.

Once Yang Ping disembarked, as soon as he got into the car, Director Zhou said, "Professor Yang, long time no see. Your fame has really grown recently."

"Fame is fleeting, everyone will forget about it after a while," Yang Ping replied, now speaking quite directly.

Director Zhou smiled; it was rare to see such groundedness in a young person.

"13 CNS papers, you’ve set a Guinness record for CNS. We were all shocked when we heard the news. Thirteen papers, and several of them published in the same issue no less. Our entire hospital couldn’t match that number in ten years. How can your fighting power be so formidable?" Director Zhou continued to talk about Yang Ping’s papers.

Since Director Zhou didn’t mention the case, Yang Ping didn’t ask and remained silent.

"Several of the academy members in our hospital can’t stop praising you. Many of them didn’t know you before, but now all of them are familiar with your name, Yang Ping--- it’s resounding like thunder."

Director Zhou Min, unconcerned whether Yang Ping reciprocated the conversation, kept talking to avoid an awkward silence.

At that moment, Director Zhou’s phone rang.

"Received, rest assured, he’s already in the car, we’re heading to the hospital now, it will be about forty more minutes."

"All right, I’ll make sure he’s taken care of, won’t let him go hungry and will ensure he gets good rest. I’ll take him to the hospital first thing in the morning."

"Don’t worry, I remember everything. You should get some rest too."

As soon as Director Zhou Min finished the call with Commissioner Qiao, he immediately received another call from Dean Liu, and then repeated what he had just said.

"Rest assured, rest assured, everything is arranged, hot meals, all hot meals. Tonight Xiao Wu and I will follow the whole way, we’ll sleep in the room next to his, don’t worry, go to bed early."

After hanging up the phone, Director Zhou Min gave a wry smile and said, "Commissioner Qiao and Dean Liu, look, they’re still calling at this hour, worried about me, afraid that I won’t take good care of you."

Perhaps worn out from the flight, Yang Ping seemed to have fallen asleep, leaning against the back of his seat.

Director Zhou Min didn’t want to disturb him further, so he stopped talking, quietly turned up the temperature of the rear AC, and took out a blanket to cover Yang Ping.

Then, looking at the time, he made another call: "Tell Old Fang to hold off on cooking for now, wait for my call to notify him. If he starts too early and it gets cold, it won’t taste good later."

The black sedan sped through the night, and Director Zhou Min, leaning back in his seat, began to rest as well.