Surgery Godfather
Chapter 920 - 800 One-Stroke Flow_2

Chapter 920: Chapter 800 One-Stroke Flow_2

Academician Wang dared not be distracted any longer and had to fully concentrate on observing the surgery, which indeed was progressing rapidly, so rapidly that it resembled the fast-forwarding of a video and caused everyone to be on tenterhooks.

This child had already undergone three surgeries, and it hadn’t been long since the third. Adhesions around the heart were severe, making exposure extremely difficult. At the time Academician Wang was discussing this case, everyone had focused specifically on the issue of exposure.

Moreover, in many similar cases with adhesions after multiple surgeries, it was impossible to expose the heart or locate the heart and major blood vessels.

There had been such an incident before, in a case where Director Chen was the chief surgeon. After two hours on stage, they couldn’t expose the heart. The scalpel could only probe forward bit by bit, and finally, Academician Wang had to personally take the stage and spent three hours before finally exposing the heart and major blood vessels.

This case was more troublesome than past adhesion cases, a nightmare for surgeons.

To expose the heart in this case would certainly be a fierce and dangerous battle; that’s what Academician Wang thought, and so did Professor Xin.

But Li Zehui did not think so. The previous case had much worse adhesions, yet the professor’s scalpel moved as if it were enchanted, effortlessly.

Before he could ponder how to complete the surgery through such a small minimally invasive incision,

Slow down!

Academician Wang almost cried out, so absorbed was he.

Because on the screen, the round scalpel had already been exchanged for a sharp one, and the sharp one moved very fast, with no intent of exploring while dissecting.

In these severely adherent areas, speed was deadly because you didn’t know what was beneath the blade; a moment’s inattention might cut through the heart, sever blood vessels, or sever the heart’s conduction bundle, leading to fatal consequences.

Heart surgery, each step was a dance on the tip of a blade, how could it be like this.

Academician Wang was so frightened he almost instinctively covered his eyes. His heart was pounding furiously: too bold, young man!

In the midst of this terrifying suspense, the heart was exposed, then the pericardium was smoothly opened, and the heart lay bare within view.

Moreover, the opening of the pericardium was done with a single cut, not by gradually slicing little by little.

This incision unexpectedly opened the adherent pericardium completely without harming the myocardium a bit, then the adhesions between the pericardium and the heart were gently and swiftly separated by the sharp scalpel.

The anticipated fierce battle to expose the heart turned out to be incredibly smooth, and the so-called potential fierce battle was silkily resolved by him.

One-Stroke Flow!

Academician Wang silently repeated this new term.

The vibrant heart was pulsating right before his eyes, the rhythm of life.

Yang Ping’s hand gently reached in, grasped the small heart, and then lifted it.

"Professor, now I can see the heart and not stutter," said Xu Zhiliang’s voice.

"Does the heart also have the function to cure stuttering?" Yang Ping was quite surprised.

"This is another CNS paper, a study on the correlation between cardiac visuals and the recovery from stuttering. Perhaps a new method to cure stuttering can be found."

"Look, I’m not stuttering at all right now, it’s truly amazing; I want to stutter, but I simply can’t."

"That’s because the pulsating heart brings you a shock of life, you should consider specializing in cardiac surgery in the future, it seems your talent lies there."

"Can’t we develop across all fields like you do?" asked Song Zimo.

"No."

"Then later I’ll just work on trauma emergency surgeries. That’s somewhat broad, covering the whole body."

"Prepare for extracorporeal circulation!"

The chief surgeon did not hesitate at all, moving forward step by step. The screen relayed the sounds of beginning the preparations for extracorporeal circulation and cardiac arrest. Soon, extracorporeal circulation was established, followed by the injection of arresting solution, artificially inducing cardiac arrest.

Alright, the house has now been cut off from water and electricity, and the people inside have been moved out.

Now, they had to tear down the house, and inside re-plan the partitions to restore the normal left and right ventricles, then fix the other skewedly collapsed partitions; it was a massive engineering task.

The surgery appeared less serious and cautious, progressing amidst casual conversation, and seemed extremely relaxed.

The heart had already been opened; the left and right ventricles, which had merged into one large chamber, now needed a wall built between them, and on that wall, a one-way door had to be installed.

There are three levels in surgical operations—resection, repair, reconstruction.

Regardless of the specialty, reconstruction surgeries are the most challenging. Resection only requires removing the targeted organs and tissues, and repair just tries to mend to restore the original state or something close to it, while reconstruction indeed attempts to recreate certain anatomic tissues through surgery, and while simulating anatomy, it must also simulate function.

The surgical engineering was immense, most tangibly reflected in the number of stitches on the heart—over a thousand.

And there could not be a single substandard stitch, no area where bleeding occurred; when the heart contracted, the powerful force would start at the substandard and weak stitch, tearing the already sewn parts, causing the surgery to fail.

The speed of suturing on the screen stunned Academician Wang; had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a person’s suturing could be so skilled.

So many surgeries were required to achieve such speed, not just fast but also good, each stitch flawless.

Now, the entire surgical scene was constantly suturing, at a fast pace.

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Outside the operating room, Mai Zijing’s parents were tightly anxious, nearly suffocating.

On the blue plastic chairs, Mai Jifu embraced his wife; with each passing second, it felt like a hammer striking his heart: this surgery would either be the beginning of happiness or a final farewell.