Surgery Godfather
Chapter 904 - 792 - : Racing with the Grim Reaper

Chapter 904: 792 Chapter: Racing with the Grim Reaper

After completing two surgeries, Professor Zhong and Professor Chu’s first surgery was still in the process of vascular anastomosis.

After making rounds to the other two operating rooms, Professor Xu returned and, after some thought, said to Yang Ping, "When the time comes, you’ll take the lead as the chief surgeon, and I’ll be your assistant. I’ll talk to them—if it can also be done using thoracoscopy, the trauma would be lesser, and postoperative recovery faster."

It now seemed that in both surgical skills and speed, Yang Ping was superior to himself. Director Xu understood the principle that capable individuals should assume leadership.

He decided that after the meeting, he would personally make a trip to 301 Hospital to meet with Dean Liu and Commissioner Qiao and recommend Yang Ping as the chief surgeon.

Meanwhile, the meeting room was already bustling with excitement. No one had the mind to watch the two other experts’ surgeries; everyone was still discussing Yang Ping’s surgery, even the graduate students who had just entered clinical practice didn’t forget to offer a few comments.

"The speed is too fast!"

"And it was under thoracoscopy."

"No wonder he was able to publish 13 CNS papers; his surgeries are also so immaculate."

"Even faster than Professor Xu."

"Yes, Professor Xu is the first in Asia, Yang God is probably the first in the world."

These graduate students, some pursuing a master’s and some a doctorate, clustered together to discuss Yang Ping’s surgery. They hadn’t visited Europe and America to know the standard there; they could only speculate like this.

At this moment, a doctor who had been working for many years said, "I’ve been to the Cleveland Medical Center in the United States. The level of coronary bypass there is not like this; Yang God definitely deserves to be ranked first."

"Yeah, the procedure he used just now is also an innovative technique developed by Professor Xu, and he performed it faster than Professor Xu, and what’s more, with thoracoscopy, whereas Professor Xu can only perform it with open chest surgery."

"I heard that he was previously in orthopedics, and it hasn’t been long since he switched to cardiac surgery."

"Not switching fields, their hospital specifically created a Comprehensive Surgery Department for him; he can perform any surgery he’s interested in. I have a classmate working at Nandu Affiliated Hospital One, who knows Yang God well. They say Yang God’s research funding is all donated by the community; he doesn’t need to apply for research funds at all."

"Comprehensive Surgery Department? He can perform any surgery?"

"Yes, from what my classmate told me, he has two top students under him, like his apprentices, who now perform surgeries at a nationwide first-class level. I guess they probably do coronary bypass better than Professors Zhong and Chu."

"Wow, even his subordinates are that amazing?"

"Not to mention subordinates, the director of their department’s laboratory is a doctor from Tokyo University, and a doctoral student of a world-renowned stem cell researcher."

"Are you talking about Tang Shun?"

"Do you know him?"

"Not personally. A senior from Capital Medical University once studied in Japan and said he knew Tang Shun, said he had a lot of Japanese girlfriends, like mature women, young girls, and so on, all sorts of types, a true player."

"Wow—playboy!"

"Apparently, his many girlfriends know each other and are aware that he’s dating multiple girls at once, but they still get along well. I heard they have dinner together at the end of the year, haha, not sure if it’s true. They say his number one girlfriend is a female professor from Tokyo University."

"My God—"

The conversation drifted off-topic, but an associate professor corrected the course in time:

"Directly nominated for academician with the publication of 13 papers this time, you think?"

"Definitely, even before he had this many papers, I heard he was nailed down for Outstanding Young Talent. Now with 13 papers, a direct nomination for academician wouldn’t be too much."

"With such formidable surgical skills, put him in any hospital, and he’d be a top director."

"If I study under him for a few years, wouldn’t I become very impressive too?"

"Apply for his doctorate program, right, aren’t you taking the doctorate entrance exam next year? Apply directly to his program."

"Does anyone know him well enough to help make connections?"

The experts were now chatting freely on their own as well, paying no attention to the subsequent surgeries. The competition was over, there was nothing to watch; it was no longer a question of who would be the standby chief surgeon, but rather, the chief surgeon was undoubtedly Yang Ping.

After receiving a phone call, Director Zhou Min said, "Professor Xin, Director Xu has asked us to join him in his office for a meeting about something."

Professor Xin knew it was probably the matter of recommending Yang Ping for chief surgeon; what else could it be.

At that moment, a young doctor came over, sent by Professor Xu to lead everyone to another office to discuss matters.

Following Professor Xu’s recommendation, it was only logical that Elder Academician Meng’s surgery would be led by Yang Ping as the chief surgeon.

When Dean Liu and Commissioner Qiao heard the news, they were quite surprised—how was this young man so skilled in everything, even heart surgery?

Elder Academician Meng kept trying to recall the unfinished half of the drawing, but he just couldn’t remember it.

With surgery scheduled for tomorrow, Elder Academician Meng stubbornly refused to undergo the operation, causing great anxiety for both Dean Liu and Commissioner Qiao. They took turns trying to persuade him, but the elder academician wouldn’t listen, determined to recall the other half of the drawing while his mind was still clear. At this time, he had already put his own life and death aside.

Alas!

Dr. Liu Zhida understood his teacher’s thoughts, so he refrained from saying more, to avoid disturbing his teacher’s focus.

Several times, the elder academician felt he was about to recall the drawing. The doctors and nurses helped him up, but despite wracking his brains, he still couldn’t remember the latter half.

The entire day went by with the elder academician attempting to recollect the second half of the drawing. He even requested the doctors to administer stimulating injections, such as hormonal drugs, so he could stay clear-headed and think during the night.

Of course, Director Nan couldn’t indulge him. Once stimulant hormones were used, they could indeed have a stimulating effect on the brain, but they would also accelerate the deterioration of the illness.

However, to appease Elder Meng, Director Nan had no choice but to have the nurse prepare a set of energy injections, falsely claiming it was the best kind of stimulant.

The Cardiac Surgery Department had already confirmed that the operation for the Old Academician was scheduled for tomorrow. Once it was on the schedule, they could continue their persuasion efforts at that time; they could only handle it this way temporarily. Dean Liu instructed that they must seize the opportunity for timely surgery and absolutely could not miss their chance.

Everyone planned to try to persuade the Old Academician again the next morning, hoping they could convince him.

Thus, Elder Meng’s condition temporarily stabilized.

During the middle of the night, suddenly, Elder Meng struggled to get up, with the night duty doctor, nurses, and Dr. Liu Zhida all gathering around.

"I want---to get up,---I remember---something!"

Elder Meng was extremely excited, but his speech was still wheezy and fragmented, gasping for air.

"Paper---pen---" Elder Meng said tremblingly, urging Dr. Liu Zhida to quickly get paper and a pen.

Dr. Liu Zhida immediately took out a clipboard and pen from his bag and handed it to Elder Meng. Clipped to the board was the unfinished drawing from last time. Dr. Liu helped Elder Meng steady the drafting pencil, as he was so excited that he failed to grip it several times.

The nurse turned on the bedside lamp, adjusted the lighting, and with the pillow supporting him and an oxygen mask on his face, Elder Meng regulated his breathing and began to draw line by line, continuing from where he left off last time. Perhaps out of excitement, a brightness appeared on Elder Meng’s face that had never been seen before.

The tip of the pencil trembled as it moved, very slowly, but he persisted.

The doctors and nurses supported him, Dr. Liu steadied the clipboard, and Elder Meng, gasping for breath, drew for a while and then stopped for a while.

As time ticked by second by second, Elder Meng continued to draw laboriously, one hour, two hours passed this way.

As he drew, Elder Meng paused again, gasping heavily, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans forming on his forehead.

"Elder Meng?" The night duty doctor sensed something was wrong.

Elder Meng seemed to be in great pain, his breathing deeper and more rapid than before, his forehead covered in sweat, and his expression exceedingly agonized.

"Unbutton---my shirt!" Elder Meng said laboriously.

The duty doctor realized something was amiss—angina?

"Elder Meng, where do you feel discomfort?" the nurse asked.

Elder Meng, clenching his teeth, shook his head, pretending all was well, and continued to draw. His hand trembled even more severely, and the sweat on his forehead increased. His tightly closed lips were also quivering.

While assisting Elder Meng, the duty doctor immediately turned to look at the monitor screen’s ECG waveform—indeed, there was a clear sign of myocardial ischemia.

Angina—the coronary arteries that were stented had become occluded again.

"Quick---notify Director Nan, it’s an acute myocardial infarction!"

The duty doctor shouted.

"Don’t move!"

Elder Meng managed to say four words through gritted teeth, then continued drawing, completely ignoring the anxiety of the doctors and nurses.

Hearing the duty doctor’s report, Director Nan Yingshu immediately realized this was another coronary occlusion because these arteries were already atherosclerotic; maintaining them open with stents was a temporary measure, inevitably they would clog up again, and now they had.

An emergency consultation—quickly!

Director Nan lived next door; he instantly rushed to the ward, while simultaneously calling Dean Liu, Commissioner Qiao, Director Zhou, and others.

Dean Liu, Commissioner Qiao, Director Zhou Min, Director Dai from 301 Cardiac Surgery, Director Zhang from 301 Cardiac Internal Department, and the various directors from Anzhen Fuwai all rushed to the 301 Hospital immediately.

Yang Ping was also urgently notified from the guesthouse to head to the hospital for the rescue.

One after another, sedans parked in the 301’s parking lot, and as the experts got out of their cars, they all ran, some sprinting towards the ward, others heading straight for the operating room.

"Arrange for surgery immediately, take him to the operating room," Director Nan decided decisively.

This sort of acute myocardial infarction required urgent rescue, literally a race against the reaper. Every second counted; if a large area of the myocardium suffered ischemic necrosis, it would be hopeless.

Elder Meng waved his hand: "Not yet---finished drawing."

The severe pain in his chest soaked his clothes through, but Elder Meng, with his strong will, continued to complete the final parts of the drawing.

In the middle of the night, the ward was surrounded by doctors and nurses, as Elder Meng, disregarding everything, continued his drawing.

Only after the last stroke of the drawing was Elder Meng’s strength finally spent, and suddenly, he leaned back against the head of the bed, gasping for breath.

Surgery, surgery.

The entire operating room was on the highest alert, doctors and nurses were in place, and Dean Liu and Commissioner Qiao had also arrived.

Quick, quick, quick.

Yang Ping and Professor Xu had already scrubbed up; to save time, Yang Ping still chose to perform the bypass under thoracoscopy.

Under normal circumstances, open surgery is faster and safer, and thoracoscopic surgery is not suitable for emergencies.

But for Yang Ping, open heart surgery requires thoracotomy, while thoracoscopic surgery could be completed by just making a few punctures, definitely faster.

Everyone moved quickly; Elder Meng was transferred to the operating table, the anesthesiologist intubated, and Yang Ping immediately inserted the thoracoscope, while Director Xu harvested the great saphenous vein; both worked simultaneously.

In haste, Yang Ping located the coronary artery and the middle cardiac vein, then began constructing the bypass. The first graft was positioned, directly re-establishing blood flow, building one graft after another in succession. In one go, nine grafts were placed, saving the dying myocardium with the utmost speed.

My goodness, each graft took just two or three minutes, even under thoracoscopy.

The entire surgery was completed in one hour.

Looking at the ECG on the monitor, Professor Xu heaved a sigh of relief. Such a speed in saving lives was truly unprecedented.

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