Surgery Godfather
Chapter 943 - 810: Publish a Few CNS Exercise Papers_2

Chapter 943: Chapter 810: Publish a Few CNS Exercise Papers_2

Academician Wang called out.

Song Hanhui immediately jumped out of bed, gasping for air as he tried to greet Academician Wang.

Academician Wang patted his head, "Lie down, don’t move around. Your lips are so purple, the oxygen deficiency is quite serious. You get winded with just a bit of movement, the symptoms of heart failure are very obvious. We need to perform surgery as soon as possible."

"This is Professor Yang from our Cardiovascular Surgery Institute. He will be the chief surgeon for Hanhui’s surgery. Don’t be fooled by how young Professor Yang looks; he is one of the world’s top heart surgeons," Academician Wang introduced Yang Ping.

Old Song was surprised at how young he looked, having initially thought he was just a student assisting with the surgery, even younger than Dr. Xia. He was a bit astonished.

But since Academician Wang had said he was a top surgeon in the world, there could be no mistake about it. It was only that the doctor looked exceptionally young.

"It’s our pleasure, Professor Yang, our pleasure!" Old Song immediately shook hands.

Yang Ping asked about the medical history again, conducted a thorough examination, and reviewed the medical records brought from Fuwai Hospital.

The child was much shorter than his peers, but relatively heavy-set. Old Song was also quite heavy, so there might be genetic factors at play.

During auscultation, there were wet crackles in both lungs, which is a sign of pulmonary edema. It seemed that the symptoms of heart failure were indeed very severe, and the child’s life could be in danger at any time.

"Did you have breakfast?" Yang Ping asked.

After thinking, Old Song said, "I did, but I ate very little, just two large meat buns, two steamed buns, one fried dough stick, a piece of cake, a doughnut, a cup of soy milk, and a bowl of tofu pudding---"

Yang Ping couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated. This is considered eating ’very little’? What would eating ’a lot’ look like?

Academician Wang and Director Chen were also stunned. This was considered eating ’very little’?

"You didn’t eat much, indeed. Let’s draw blood on an empty stomach tomorrow morning then. Some tests will be more accurate that way. Let’s schedule the surgery the day after tomorrow," Yang Ping thought. If Old Song had fasted, they could have drawn blood now and saved time. However, it was rare for someone with Congenital Heart Disease to have such a good appetite.

Old Song nodded, "The child didn’t have much of an appetite today, so that’s why he didn’t eat much. If it’s really not okay, let’s draw blood tomorrow."

Academician Wang took Old Song to the doctors’ office to discuss the surgery details away from the child.

"The surgery is very risky; I don’t need to go into that, do I? You all need to be prepared mentally," Academician Wang told Old Song.

Old Song had thought things through thoroughly, "I understand. Without surgery, he’s certain to die; with surgery, there’s a glimmer of hope. I’ve been very grateful to Professor Wang all these years. I thought there was no hope this time until Professor Wang called me, suggesting we could give it a try. Some things are a matter of fate and can’t be forced."

"Let me tell you the details of the surgery."

Then Yang Ping discussed the details of the surgery with him.

After listening, Old Song smiled wryly, "I fix cars, so I don’t quite understand all this medical talk, but I get the gist of it. The engine wasn’t up to standard when it left the factory, and many components are defective. The crux is that this engine cannot be replaced, nor can the parts, which makes it very difficult to deal with. Professor Yang can now only try to repair these defective components, patch them up as much as possible, and ensure that they’ll work to some extent. If it doesn’t work out, the engine will be scrapped, and the car will be written off too. Is that the idea?"

"That’s more or less the idea," Academician Wang explained.

Old Song said with acceptance, "Do your best, that’s all we can ask for!"

With this, the surgery was set.

Yang Ping planned to visit the Nandu University Medical Digital Medical Laboratory. It had been a long time since his last visit, and he wanted to see Professor He’s team as well as to discuss modifications for Song Hanhui’s 3D heart animation in person.

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When Professor He heard that Yang Ping was coming, he was overjoyed and went directly to the parking lot to greet him.

Yang Ping was his boss, after all. Professor He’s project was just a small part of Yang Ping’s larger research.

And just this small part, if done well, was enough to promote Professor He to an Academician. Of course, He wasn’t conducting research for the title but because he truly enjoyed working on the Digital Human.

"Professor Yang, why come in person? I could have had someone send it over."

Professor He took Yang Ping to the laboratory.

"I’ve been busy lately, haven’t visited you all for quite a while. The supercomputer deal has been finalized. My research fund will pay for it, and your side needs to interface with the foundation, to get the machine room ready in advance."

Yang Ping brought good news to Professor He.

Only Professor Yang could handle such a significant matter like the acquisition of a supercomputer so casually. With the supercomputer, the research speed for the new-generation digital humans will increase substantially.

Upon reaching the laboratory, Yang Ping sat down with Professor He next to him, surrounded by many doctorates and masters.

Dr. Lei Xing, Professor He’s doctorate student, made the 3D animations. With a move of the mouse, the 3D heart animation appeared on the screen, starting with its pre-surgery original state, having eight deformities. The heart beat rhythmically, blood circulated ceaselessly in cycles, followed by the evolution of the heart and its connected major vascular, gradually the eight deformities became normal, and so did the blood circulation.

It was far more intuitive than describing the surgery with words—it could show others what the patient’s heart looked like now, what needed to be done in the surgery, and what the transformed heart would look like afterward, including how the blood circulation was corrected.

Yang Ping pointed out some details that needed to be revised, and Dr. Lei quickly made the corrections on the spot.

For them, making this was just like creating a small toy; the real big project was the new generation of digital humans.

The laboratory had tens of thousands of models in its database. To create an animation, one simply needed to call up a skin-like surface, so Dr. Lei quickly made the adjustments according to Yang Ping’s instructions.

After seeing the completion of Yang Ping’s 3D animations, Director He carefully mentioned, "Our paper submitted to the Nature Journal has passed the review and has been accepted for publication!"

This was the first time Director He announced this news, and upon hearing it, all the lab members were so joyous they nearly jumped for joy. Landing a CNS paper is a dream for many researchers.

"Editor-in-chief Jeff personally replied to the correspondence, and he said that from now on, all papers related to this topic are welcome for submission to Nature. He will take personal charge of the review process and will not delegate it to anyone else."

Professor He believed that it was because Yang Ping’s name was among the authors of the paper that they received such special treatment. Their experiment was just a start; now with a Nature paper appearing so soon, by the time the experiments were complete, wouldn’t they be able to publish several CNS papers?

Jeff also said something that Professor He felt wasn’t appropriate to disclose publicly. He would have to wait for a chance to speak with others in private. Jeff mentioned that any paper with Professor Yang’s name on it would have the prerogative of direct publication in the Nature Journal.

Jeff was aiming to become the most outstanding editor in history. He followed the tradition of his predecessors, starting a system where papers aren’t reviewed, as long as they carried Yang Ping’s name, they would be published—green light all the way.

"You should submit several papers on this topic when the time comes, all to the three top-tier journals," Yang Ping encouraged Director He.

As a medical university, Xiehe, which publishes the most CNS papers nationwide, only has six or seven a year. Anhui Medical University has rapidly risen in recent years, ranking second after Xiehe, with about three or four papers a year—and that’s for the whole school.

For other medical universities, managing to have one paper published a year or several papers over a few years is already quite impressive.

As for hospitals, publishing one paper every few years would be the gold standard.

If Professor He’s team could publish several papers, as a team, they would certainly rank first nationally—of course, excepting Professor Yang. Professor Yang was in a league of his own and shouldn’t be compared with the rest.

If several papers were published, Professor He could ride this topic to an academician position.

"We’ll publish one paper when we create the digital heart, another when we do the brain, another for the spinal cord, and another one when we do the liver, gallbladder, pancreas, and spleen—" Dr. Lei’s excitement rendered him almost incoherent. Following this team until his doctoral graduation meant reaching the pinnacle upon graduation.

"Do you think the three major journals are owned by your family?" Professor He felt that the young man was overly assertive.

Yang Ping said, "Don’t rush. Just submitting a few papers on minor digital organs to make a point is enough for now. Keep the digital organs like the heart and brain for even better journals."

"Better journals?" Professor He was puzzled; he couldn’t think of any journals better than CNS.

"No hurry, just take it slow. After you publish a few CNS papers and get some practice, we’ll talk," Yang Ping said, about to get up and return to the hospital.

What did that mean? Publishing CNS papers was just for practice? What was Professor Yang implying?

Professor He was completely baffled.