Surgery Godfather
Chapter 946 - 812: Strategic Determination

Chapter 946: Chapter 812: Strategic Determination

To ensure that Song Hanhui wouldn’t secretly eat snacks again, the nurse cleared all the snacks from the bedside cabinet, sternly admonished Old Song to strictly instruct Song Hanhui to adhere to the fasting period, and categorically forbade him from sneaking any food or drinks—not even a sip of water.

That evening, Yao Xiurong returned to the Sanbo Hotel to rest, leaving Old Song to stay behind with his son; therefore, the arduous task fell on Old Song’s shoulders.

Things were manageable during the day, but the real concern was the night, when a moment’s inattention could lead to a slip-up. After the nurse finished cleaning up temporarily, Old Song meticulously searched again—under the pillow, inside the blanket, and though the pillow and blanket themselves couldn’t be opened, Old Song felt through them with his hands and even checked under the bed multiple times before he could be reassured.

Song Hanhui felt embarrassed and repeatedly promised not to sneak any more food, but what good were promises without strict supervision? His resolve could relax at any moment, leading to a repeat offense.

Fatty had just made his promise when the muscular man in the neighboring bed found a piece of chocolate in the cabinet under the bathroom sink.

This left Old Song speechless, with no choice but to prepare for a sleepless night watching over him.

"That was from the last time, I forgot to take it out," Fatty defended himself with a flushed face.

Of course, a day without snacks was very difficult, even if it was just for a short day.

The night passed without incident, and Song Hanhui woke up at six o’clock. He tossed and turned in bed, his mind filled with thoughts of snacks, but he tried hard to resist.

This obsession with snacks once led his attending doctor to suspect he had diabetes. The symptoms of diabetes—excessive eating, drinking, and urination—fit Fatty well, but his preoperative blood sugar levels were normal, and even an increased sugar tolerance test revealed no issues.

"Daddy, I’m hungry!" Fatty said in a pitiful tone.

"If you’re hungry, just endure it!" Old Song comforted his son.

Old Song was about to use a belt to wrap around his son’s stomach when the nurse came over to hang a bottle of liquid for Fatty. Old Song asked, and it turned out this liquid was a stomach acid-reducing medication so that being on an empty stomach wouldn’t make him feel hungry.

Making it to seven o’clock, the nurse began taking preoperative vital sign measurements, and Fatty finally awaited his surgery.

"He is undergoing a standard Fontan surgery."

Academician Wang reminded,

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Poor Fatty, lying on the operating table ready for anesthesia, kept asking when he could eat after the surgery was done.

It seemed to him that surgery wasn’t a big deal; the real concern was when he could eat.

This triggered childhood memories for Dr. Liang. It seemed that people who can gain weight all share one thing in common—they always have a good appetite. No wonder stomach-reduction surgery for weight loss was becoming popular.

Liang Fatty used to be quite troubled by his obesity, even reaching out to a classmate to contact the best doctor for "stomach-reduction" surgery to decisively solve the problem through surgery. However, Fatty later committed to exercising and eventually saw effective results, which led him to abandon the idea of surgery.

Dr. Liang told Song Hanhui that he could eat 6-8 hours post-surgery, to which Song Hanhui responded satisfyingly with his eyes closed, "Proceed with the surgery!"

"How long will the surgery last?"

Liang Fatty was also witnessing a professor perform this kind of surgery for the first time and couldn’t make an accurate judgment on the surgery’s duration, especially since Yang Ping was not in the operating room, having stepped out momentarily.

The nearby Li Zehui, Academician Wang, Director Chen, and Director Xin looked at each other, unable to make a judgment about Yang Ping’s surgery time based on their previous experiences, as it could greatly vary from the usual pace.

"Normally it takes over twenty hours, I don’t know about Professor Yang—" Professor Chen could only provide a standard time frame as a reference.

Liang Fatty responded without hesitation, "I understand now."

It usually took twenty hours, conservatively estimated, meaning the professor’s surgery time should be around five to six hours. This helped Fatty plan the dosage and timing of the anesthetics.

After administering the anesthesia and positioning the body, they proceeded with routine sterilization and covering; everyone followed standard steps, unruffled.

Academician Wang noticed that in this operating room, regardless of the surgery, their expressions were always so composed, as if everyone was used to seeing all kinds of surgeries.

The anesthesiologist always appeared carefree, sitting with his legs crossed in capri-style pants, while the patrolling nurse managed to keep the operating room in perfect order even while chatting. The team seemed very casual, but their coordination was, in fact, perfectly synchronized.

Academician Wang and Professor Chen did not participate in the surgery; they merely observed from below. Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang were assisting.

This surgery was extensive, and Academician Wang felt that assistants who had better coordination with Yang Ping should take the stage, rather than himself, who was already quite old. Wang understood that being an elderly surgeon was a major disadvantage as it meant both the brain’s response time and the hands’ dexterity were declining, which could only impede the surgery.

Since Academician Wang actively chose to stay below, Professor Chen had no reason to go up either; he stayed alongside Academician Wang.

Having spent a few days at Sanbo Hospital, Professor Chen had observed the surgeries performed by Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang. Compared to them, Professor Chen, even at just over forty, had to categorize himself as "aged."

The surgical skills of these two young men were formidable, especially Song Zimo, whose fundamental surgical skills and familiarity with anatomy seemed as though they came from some kind of specialized training.

Yang Ping and his team indeed coordinated much more intuitively. Amid a few casual conversations, the surgery had already begun.

The surgery was a massive undertaking; Yang Ping still chose the most spacious mid-sternal approach to open the chest, using a chest opener to widen the thoracic cavity. In the broad surgical field, the lungs and pericardium were exposed.

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