godfather of surgery

Chapter 1170 Those Who Don't Believe Won't Be Healed

Back in the ward, Morris hesitated because he felt that Professor Yang was taking the surgery too lightly and was too radical, actually using awake craniotomy under local anesthesia.

Morris considered himself an excellent neurosurgeon and had a basic understanding of the surgery. Although Professor Yang was a Nobel laureate and one of the most respected masters in the world, Morris still thought Yang Ping's approach was unrealistic.

The lobectomy that won the Nobel Prize was ultimately considered a mistake, causing irreversible disasters to countless patients. The Nobel Prize does not mean that everything is correct. Maurice decided to talk to Johannesson about this issue.

He felt the surgery should be postponed, or even canceled if necessary. In any case, he couldn't let his daughters take the risk, even though all surgeries carry risks.

"Dad, when can we have the surgery? Tomorrow?"

The older sister asked when she saw her father return.

Morris hesitated. At least the sisters were alive and well now, and he was afraid he would never see them again after the surgery. For the first time, he experienced the anxious feelings of the family members standing outside the operating room.

"What's wrong, Dad? We need to have the surgery as soon as possible," my younger sister urged.

They had reached the point where they didn't want to be together even for a day, so they dreamed of being able to separate and live their own independent lives.

Seeing their father hesitate, the two sisters keenly realized that the surgery might have changed, and they said in unison, "Even if there are risks, we are willing to take the risk."

“Alright, quiet down, kids. Let Dad think about this. Things are more complicated than you think.” Morris gestured, his mood was a bit sour, and this decision was difficult to make.

"What's wrong, darling?" his wife asked understandingly. "Don't worry, we'll face whatever comes our way. At worst, we can treat it as a vacation in China. Did the surgery encounter any difficulties?"

“No, quite the opposite. Professor Yang said the success rate of the surgery is very high, and it requires craniotomy under local anesthesia while the patient is awake. To avoid overdose of local anesthetic, Professor Yang decided to complete the separation of the head and cervical spine within one dose of local anesthetic. But… but how is that possible? That’s too far-fetched. I’m a neurosurgeon, I know how difficult this surgery is. How could the separation of the head and cervical spine be completed under one dose of local anesthesia? It’s impossible.” Morris sat down, took a sip of water, and said.

The two sisters held their breath and listened to their father's words, then let out a long sigh of relief: "I thought the surgery was going to be difficult, but it turns out Professor Yang said the surgery was very simple. My heart was pounding with fear."

"Me too, my heart was pounding the whole time, I thought the surgery was going to have problems, but now everything is fine."

Morris said, "I know better than anyone how difficult this surgery is, so the more downplaying it is, the more worried I am about the safety of the surgery. Now I am hesitating whether to proceed with the original plan."

"You want to cancel the surgery? Oh no, you can't do that. You have to respect our opinion. We insist on the surgery," the older sister said in surprise, her tone tinged with anger.

The younger sister agreed with her older sister, saying that they couldn't let their father act alone, as this matter concerned their lifelong happiness and they had the right to decide for themselves.

“Your parents heard from your father that I am a neurosurgeon, and I know the difficulty and risks of surgery. So when Professor Yang made the surgery seem so easy, I started to hesitate. I told him frankly that I thought he was too optimistic and exaggerated. How could such a complex surgical procedure be completed in one local anesthesia session?” Morris tried his best to persuade his daughter.

But the two daughters didn't buy it at all. The older sister immediately retorted, "Isn't this better? It shows that he is very confident in this surgery and that his surgical skills are very high. On the contrary, it's because you and your colleagues are so far behind him that you can't do it easily. Just like our classmate who is the best student, no matter what the problem is, she always does it so easily, while we both find it troublesome. There are some problems that we think are impossible to solve, but she solves them easily."

“Yes, it must be because you and your colleagues are far inferior to Professor Yang in terms of expertise,” the younger sister chimed in.

The sister's words hurt Morris's dignity as a doctor. He said somewhat angrily, "I am a neurosurgeon, an excellent neurosurgeon in the United States, with outstanding achievements in the field of neurosurgery and many top papers published. Please do not question my professional ability. No one in the world can have this level of skill—to separate the head and cervical spine within a single dose of local anesthesia. The scope of the surgery is very wide, and there is only one opportunity for local anesthesia. If additional local anesthesia is administered, it is easy to be poisoned due to an overdose of local anesthetic drugs."

“So what? Doctors all over America are afraid to operate on us, but he is,” the sister argued.

Morris didn't back down either: "Daring to do something and being able to do it are two different things. Is what you dare to do necessarily something you can do well? I don't want you to become victims of risk, so... please let me think it over and reassess the feasibility of the surgery."

My sister got anxious too: "Dr. Johannesson recommended him. In the rankings of neurosurgeons in the US, you're behind Dr. Johannesson. The doctor he recommends is definitely the best in the world. You're not the best doctor in the world, so of course you can't understand what he's thinking or how he views this surgery. You can't impose your ideas on him. You're always so self-righteous, just like you always like to impose your ideas on us. We like Coke, and you always say, 'Oh, baby, Coke is suitable for you. It's not a healthy drink; it contains too much carbonation, which can easily make you fat. It will affect calcium absorption.' But have you ever thought about it? We think Coke tastes great. We don't have to drink it all. What's wrong with drinking some? We don't need to worry about its health effects. In fact, its health effects aren't that significant. You don't drink it, and you're still fat. We drink it, and we don't gain weight."

This is really a headache. How dare these two look down on me! Morris was furious, but they were just children, so he had to suppress his anger.

At this moment, the mother stepped in to defuse the situation: "Oh, children, please trust your father. Give him some time, and he will make the decision that is best for you."

"No, this is our only chance. I've seen so many doctors, and everyone shook their heads and said to give up. Only here, the Chinese doctor said, 'Let's have the surgery.' Do you know how happy we were to hear this news? You can't understand the pain of living together like this. Of course, not every conjoined twin can live together harmoniously. We always want to be separated and live freely. Now that we have this opportunity, why shouldn't we seize it? The Chinese doctor said the surgery is possible, but Dad thinks it's not. That's just Dad's opinion; it can't replace the Chinese doctor's. Am I right, Mom? Dad himself thinks the surgery is difficult, so why should he assume that the Chinese doctor also considers the surgery difficult?" the older sister said angrily.

My younger sister chimed in, "Exactly! Just because he can't do something doesn't mean others can't either. Just because American doctors can't do something doesn't mean Chinese doctors can't either. That's blind arrogance, that's foolish prejudice."

"Enough!" Morris finally snapped.

"Anyway, we want to speak out, we want to express our opinions." The older sister was not to be outdone; it seems that they had already entered their rebellious teenage years at the age of nine.

“Okay, kids, let’s all calm down, okay? I understand what you’re thinking, but this is a big deal. Once we make a decision, there’s no going back. It concerns your lives. You only get one chance at life, so we have to be careful. You’re still children, and your judgment in this matter is clearly lacking. So let’s give Dad some time, okay?” Mom was obviously more patient than Dad.

“Okay, we just want to tell him not to be so stubborn, and not to assume that if he can’t do something, others can’t either.” “Yes, I’m the same way. Dad can’t always think he’s right.”
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In the ward, everyone had reached a consensus on the surgery, which stemmed from their overwhelming confidence in Yang Ping's personal abilities.

From the past to the present, anything Yang Ping says he can do, he will definitely do. People used to think he was just "bragging," but all the "bragging" he did has come true.

Do you remember Professor Feng Tiancheng, Yang Ping's mentor and the old professor from the sixth department? The world's top doctors unanimously agreed that the success rate of the surgery was less than 5%, and it was not worth the surgery unless one was willing to risk their life to try it.

However, Yang Ping said that 80% of the surgeries were successful. At that time, Yang Ping did not yet have the halo of the Nobel Prize, and people who did not know him still thought this was an exaggeration and absurdity.

However, Director Han and Professor Zhang Zongshun chose to trust him without hesitation and let him perform Professor Feng's surgery. In the end, Yang Ping pulled Professor Feng back from the brink of death. He recovered well after the surgery and is still alive and well.

It was at that time that Johannesson was completely won over by Yang Ping, and from then on became a complete admirer of Yang Ping, willing to learn from him like a student.

The trust people have in Yang Ping is not unfounded, but rather the result of a series of successful experiences. Eventually, this trust becomes unconditional and requires no evidence.

"Professor, these are all the preoperative examination results. Do you think any additional examinations are needed?"

After Song Ziming finished reporting on the preoperative examinations, he asked...

Yang Ping tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, thought for a moment, and said, "The preoperative examinations are already comprehensive enough and do not need to be supplemented. However, you still need to work on the patient's family's mindset. I saw him standing next to us that day listening to us discuss the surgical plan, and he seemed to lack confidence."

“He is a neurosurgeon, a pretty good one in the United States, so he may have his own opinions. If he were just an ordinary family member and not a neurosurgeon, he might have more confidence in us.”

"If the patient's family hesitates or lacks confidence in us, it is best for us to postpone the surgery."

Yang Ping added.

No matter what kind of surgery it is, the patient and their family must have full trust in the procedure. Otherwise, it is better not to perform the surgery at all. I will not treat those who do not believe in me. This is Yang Ping's principle.

Johannesson was getting anxious: "Leave this to me. He's my friend, after all. I'll talk to him. This is the only team that can perform the surgery on his daughter. What can possibly sway him? Leave this to me."

"A half-full bucket makes a loud clattering sound!" Zhang Lin suddenly blurted out from the side.

Xu Zhiliang glanced at him sideways: "Why...can you speak so rudely?"

Zhang Lin was still quite afraid of Xu Zhiliang, and explained somewhat fearfully, "Old Xu, I'm just straightforward. I said the same thing to him here. It's obvious that he thinks he's amazing just because he knows a little bit. He thinks this surgery is too difficult and he can't do it, and he thinks others can't do it either. I could tell from the look in his eyes and tone when he stood here that day. It was like our professor was bragging and using his daughter as an experiment. I wanted to say a few words to him that day, but he's Johannesson's friend, and I was afraid of hurting our relationship, so I held back."

Xu Zhiliang felt that Zhang Lin's words were not without merit, so he stopped criticizing him.

"Don't worry, everyone. I'll talk to him and I believe he'll dispel his doubts. After all, people's cognitive abilities are limited, and it takes time to accept things beyond their understanding." Johannesson reassured everyone that he hadn't come here for nothing; he was here to work, and now was his time to contribute.

“Alright, Johannesson, go and talk to him. The success rate of the surgery for these sisters is actually very high. It would be a shame not to do it. But some things can’t be forced. There’s an old Chinese saying—those who don’t believe shouldn’t be treated.” Yang Ping instructed.

It was a truly philosophical statement, and Johannesson kept it in mind.

“I understand, I will handle it appropriately.” Johanne took on the task of communication, feeling incredibly proud, as it demonstrated his indispensability within the team.

"Any other problems, Professor? Their blood circulation in the liver, gallbladder, pancreas, and spleen is also disordered. However, we have simulated its blood circulation diagram using various test data," Song Ziming asked. The professor's attention was focused on the head and cervical spine, and he hadn't offered much comment on the connection to the abdomen.

Yang Ping said, "I just received their blood circulation dynamic simulation diagram. Please bring it up and take a look."

The doctor operating the computer immediately pulled up the images. Yang Ping pointed to the images and said, "You will perform this part of the surgery. I will only separate the head and cervical spine. This part of the surgery should be manageable for you. By ligating and cutting some blood vessels, and then bridging and reconstructing some blood vessels, we can rebuild their independent blood circulation systems. One thing to note is that the bridging blood vessels must be completed first, and then the blood vessels that need to be cut must be cut. You should already know this. I am just reminding you."

"Understood. What about the chest?" Song Ziming asked. He and Xu Zhiliang had already made detailed plans for the surgery on these areas, but they still wanted to ask Yang Ping for his opinion.

"There's nothing special here. Just pay attention to rebuilding independent blood circulation. The rest shouldn't be difficult for you."

"Slow down your spinal correction and be careful."

Yang Ping gave the instructions.

"I'll be there for the entire surgery, so don't worry."