Surgery Godfather
Chapter 922 - 801 Precious Boxed Meal

Chapter 922: Chapter 801 Precious Boxed Meal

After over four hours, Yang Ping completed the final stitch and began the process of reviving the heart.

The camera mounted on the surgical light was aimed directly at the heart, which lay quietly in the chest cavity, while everyone watched the small organ, uncertain whether it could beat again.

When the extracorporeal circulation tubes were removed, the heart began to thud and beat.

The experts in the demonstration room cheered exuberantly.

What followed was the final hemostasis phase; due to the extracorporeal circulation, anticoagulant drugs needed to be used, and Mai Zijing’s clotting function was very poor, with a much stronger tendency to bleed than a normal person. Thus, after the circulation in the cardiovascular system was restored, places that had been stitched might leak blood, and areas that had not bled before might now start bleeding.

Song Zimo’s vascular clamps held a wad of gauze, ready to apply pressure to any bleeding sites, creating time for Yang Ping to perform bipolar electrocoagulation.

Yang Ping held the vascular clamps in his left hand and the bipolar electrocoagulation device in his right, and began to perform the hemostasis. As the bleeding points seeped out as red dots, varying in speed due to different vessel sizes, the red dots appeared in a different order.

Song Zimo coordinated exceptionally well, pressing the gauze against the tiny red dots while Yang Ping’s bipolar electrocoagulation precisely grasped the small vascular ends for coagulation. With each stream of blue smoke drawn into the suction tube, the red dots were obliterated before they could spread.

The movements were too fast and incredibly precise, preventing any red dots from blossoming into pools of blood—all were destroyed before they could spread, maintaining a clean chest cavity.

And all the heart’s anastomosed areas, including the circle where the two major vessels were joined, showed no signs of leaking.

Academician Wang, staring at the screen, gasped in amazement—it seemed impossible to see that after suturing had been completed, the anastomosed parts required no additional stitches for hemostasis.

Based on his more than forty years of experience, this seemed impossible. Even with less challenging cases, they used to spend three or four hours on hemostasis. Now, in less than an hour, hemostasis was complete, the entire surgical field was clean, and it hardly seemed like heart surgery was being performed.

The hemostasis technique Yang had just demonstrated was something Academician Wang, having seen nearly all of the world’s top experts’ operations and with over forty years of experience in cardiac surgery himself, had never seen performed with such precision and speed.

The oozing red dots had no chance to spread—they were extinguished rapidly, and even the smaller dots that were last in line barely managed to spread into tiny patches, without forming any significant issue.

Academician Wang finally understood why even a world-class expert like Li Zehui regarded him with such reverence as a mentor, and why Professor Xin held him in such high esteem—Yang was a once-in-a-millennium prodigy.

Moreover, being so young, his prospects were boundless. If Fuwai’s Cardiac Surgery Department could have such a young talent, it would immediately take the top spot in the world.

"Weicong!" Academician Wang ran a hand through his hair, attempting to clear his mind.

"Is there any way to recruit Professor Yang to Fuwai? We could offer him his own ward," said Academician Wang, then, realizing that it was inappropriate to discuss this in such a public setting, was relieved that everyone was focused on the surgery and no one heard him.

No sooner had the words left his lips, Professor Wang remembered that Yang Ping was an author of 13 CNS publications, so he changed his words to, "Let’s make him a chief director."

Professor Xin turned his head to sweep a glance over the demonstration room, then said, "We’ll discuss this later."

Academician Wang also realized that discussing this topic here and now was inappropriate, and that he had been too hasty.

With such a level of surgical skill in a young person, unmatched by anyone in the world today, if he could be brought to Fuwai, the hospital would become the pinnacle of the pyramid, peerless in surgery. Almost all heart surgeries, no matter how difficult or risky, could be attempted.

After waiting for a full half-hour with no significant bleeding points, Yang Ping began to prepare for chest closure.

Compared to the nearly half-meter-long median sternotomy, the two left intercostal incisions were much less invasive, each only about a dozen centimeters, totaling little more than twenty centimeters in length, and the entry through the intercostal spaces without splitting the sternum greatly reduced the trauma to the patient.

The placement of the drainage tube was followed by chest closure, and the surgery concluded without any suspense.

The broadcast symbol with a crossed box on the screen was now back to normal, and some voices could be heard.

"Transfer to the CCU for observation for a few days. Call the ward to send the next case, and we’ll do the next one after lunch."

Then the screen went off, and no further sound came from it.

They didn’t even have a cardiac surgery ICU and still dared to perform such an operation; truly, their skill was great and their bravery was unmatched. Now, Academician Wang no longer questioned Yang Ping’s work attitude because Yang’s issue wasn’t a lack of dedication or responsibility, but rather that his skill level was so high he simply did not need to allocate much energy and time to these patients.

"How was it?" Director Xin Weicong asked with a smile.

Academician Wang gave a thumbs up: "Had I not seen it with my own eyes, no matter what you said, I wouldn’t have believed it."

Professor Xin said, "That’s why I insisted you come to see for yourself. His original specialty was orthopedics. He only started performing cardiac surgeries in the past year or so. Talent is something you just can’t explain."

At that moment, several graduate students and standardized training students began distributing boxed meals to everyone as it was almost two o’clock—the time for lunch. Whether experts or students, each received a boxed meal.

"Everyone must be hungry, eat quickly. I’ll tell you, the general surgery department’s boxed meal is quite precious, hard to come by. It’s my first time having it," Professor Cao said as he passed a boxed meal to Academician Wang.

Academician Wang was puzzled by Professor Cao’s remark: "What’s so precious about this boxed meal?"

Professor Cao chuckled, "With Professor Yang’s surgical speed, there’s rarely a chance to wait around for a boxed meal during observation surgeries. Today is special; it took five hours from start to finish, so you see, getting a boxed meal is pretty rare, isn’t it?"

Now understanding, Academician Wang opened his boxed meal and started eating.

In the meeting room, everyone was eating their boxed meals, some even squatting on the floor. This was an instructional room, after all; there was no need for formalities. Once done, they simply wiped their mouths and tossed the trash into a large bin.

At this time, Yang Ping, Song Zimo, and Xu Zhiliang, along with other surgical team members, also arrived at the instructional room and picked up their boxed meals to eat.

Yang Ping, carrying his boxed meal, greeted Academician Wang, who was nearby. Everyone offered their seats to Yang Ping, but he insisted that they all remain seated, while Song Zimo brought a plastic stool for Yang Ping.

"My apologies for the simple meal at noon," Yang Ping said politely.

Academician Wang responded unconcernedly, "I’ve heard that your simple meal is quite a rarity, not something just anyone can enjoy. I’m lucky to have stumbled upon it."

Surgeons are known for eating quickly, wolfing down their food, and leaving no leftovers from their boxed meals. Academician Wang had a good appetite as well and cleaned his boxed meal right up.

The other surgery was still in the process of anesthesia. Yang Ping chatted with Academician Wang for a while, as it wasn’t often they had such honored company.

"You chat after you’re finished with your work; attend to your tasks, don’t mind me," Academician Wang said generously.

"Elder Wang, shall I pour you a cup of tea?" Xin Weicong offered as he stood up.

Academician Wang waved a hand dismissively, "I’ll do it myself, I’ll do it myself---"

PS: I’m very busy today, so this is all for now. I’ll try to post more tomorrow.