godfather of surgery

Chapter 1172 Granny Liu Visits the Grand View Garden

After arguing with Johannesson, Maurice was in a bad mood, and no matter how much his two daughters tried to persuade him, they kept insisting on having surgery.

The family's differing opinions and Morris's indecisiveness prevented him from going to Song Ziming for the signature. Song Ziming had told him to go and get the signature once he was sure he had made up his mind, and that he could ask him any questions he didn't understand at any time, emphasizing the importance of having a clear understanding before the surgery.

In fact, everything was already very clear, and there was nothing that was unclear. Professor Yang's surgical plan was very simple: after separating the two sisters, the deformed spine would be corrected, and then the missing skin and muscles would be transplanted. The transplanted donors were skin and muscles replicated using cloning technology in the laboratory.

It was precisely because it was so simple and clear that Morris felt guilty and dared not make a decision rashly. He felt that all of this was unreal, as if this surgery was a victim of an experiment.

The preoperative preparations for the entire surgery were different from what he had imagined. Morris believed it should be the same as in the United States: dozens of top experts and hundreds of participating doctors sitting together to discuss and study repeatedly, solving one problem after another through this teamwork, and finally determining the surgical plan.

But now everything seems too simple. Professor Yang and a group of people sat in front of the computer screen and finalized the surgical plan just like that. It's unbelievable.

"Let me show you around the labs here, so you can see what the world's top laboratories are like." Johannesson approached Morris again, hoping to broaden his horizons and help him expand his knowledge.

"Okay, thank you!"

Morris also wanted to clear his head, and Johannesson's invitation was harmless.

"The laboratory we're going to is a world-leading stem cell laboratory. The famous space-guided gene theory originated from this laboratory, which is also the technology that won Professor Yang the Nobel Prize. Not only me, but also Professor Einstein, the world-renowned all-around master in the medical field, greatly admires Professor Yang. In a way, Professor Einstein is also Professor Yang's student," Johannesson said.

Morris was startled. Professor Mannstein also admired Morris? He was practically his student. For someone who was used to making judgments based on common sense, this information was very useful.

Because in Morris's common sense, Mannstein had become the academic authority he regarded, and now that this authority also recognized Professor Yang, he had to follow suit and recognize Professor Yang.

As they talked, the two arrived at the stem cell laboratory, which occupied an entire floor and was divided into several areas: the laboratory, preparation area, office area, living area, rest area, and so on.

Johannesson had already contacted the lab director, Tang Shun, in advance, so as soon as they arrived at the lab, Tang Shun immediately came out to greet them and led them into his office.

There were about thirty young people working in the lab. They were dressed casually, some wearing shorts and flip-flops, not at all like researchers. Morris frowned.

"There are only about thirty of them?"

Morris asked in surprise.

“That’s right. This kind of team doesn’t need too many people because some low-skilled work is done by artificial intelligence computers. The team only needs to do some important work, so thirty or so people are enough. Each of these thirty or so people is a world-class PhD.”

"You must be wondering why these people dress so casually. That's the charm of the world's top laboratories. They don't need to dress so formally. They can dress however they feel comfortable with."

"Work with ease and freedom."

Led by a PhD, they put on protective suits and entered the laboratory, where there were many transparent culture vessels. These culture vessels made Morris pause, as they reminded him of the Matrix in the movie "The Matrix." Through the transparent culture vessels, one could see one piece of fresh muscle after another.

"This is an application of the spatially guided gene theory," Johannesson explained.

Morris leaned closer to the transparent dome, his eyes widening. As a neurosurgeon, he didn't know much about the spatial guidance gene theory. He had only heard of it when he was following the Nobel Prize, and he never expected that the theory would be applied in practice and appear so concretely before him.

The idea of ​​partially cloning human organs in a laboratory environment is so futuristic.

"Is this true? How was it cloned?" Morris asked.

Johannesson said, "This was cultured using your daughter's stem cells, and you signed an informed consent form."

“Oh, I thought it was just a trial experiment, so I didn’t pay any attention to it. I didn’t expect it to be real. It’s amazing,” Morris exclaimed repeatedly.

"After your daughters' surgery, they will have a lot of skin and muscle defects. Professor Yang can use these cloned skin and muscles to perfectly fill in their missing muscles and skin. That's not all. Professor Yang will also correct their spinal deformities so that they can become normal people."

"It's amazing!" Morris was at a loss for words to describe his excitement.

"They are also searching for other spatial guidance factors. Each spatial guidance factor they find means that organs can be cloned in the laboratory. At that time, organ transplantation will enter the era of autologous transplantation. Any patient who needs an organ transplant can use a small number of stem cells in his body to cultivate a healthy and viable organ, which can then be transplanted into him without any rejection."

"This is just one of Professor Yang's achievements. He has many other little-known medical accomplishments, such as brainstem tumor surgery, spinal deformity correction surgery, upper cervical spine surgery, and coronary artery bypass surgery. Moreover, he has made remarkable achievements in tumor treatment. His unique method of treating tumors with K biological agents is very distinctive. It uses adenovirus as a vector to carry a special factor. The combination of adenovirus and this special factor can precisely and comprehensively hunt down certain tumor cells. This treatment method is about to enter clinical trials. Professor Yang is a medical genius in all fields, surpassing even Einstein."

Johannesson acted as the commentator.

“How come I’ve never heard him mention these things?” Morris asked, puzzled.

Johannesson explained, “His achievements are too numerous to mention, so I’m telling you that the one time he told you about completing surgery under local anesthesia dosage is the least noteworthy technique. That’s why he was so nonchalant. It’s not that he didn’t value your daughter’s surgery, but that it’s nothing to him. He has entered the free world of surgery. Any high-difficulty surgery without precedent is not a problem for him. He doesn’t need to discuss, exchange ideas, or consult various materials like we American doctors do, because he already understands it by heart. What is an unattainable surgery for us is a surgery he is absolutely confident in.”

“It’s amazing. I feel like Professor Yang is a mad scientist.” Morris kept his back bent so that his face could be close to the transparent tempered glass.

"Your intuition was right this time. He is a mad scientist who can always create miracles. When I first saw him perform surgery, I was completely shocked. Since then, I have tried every means to get in touch with him and become his student. Under his guidance, I have made rapid progress. As you have seen, now in the entire North America, no one can match me in the field of neurosurgery. I am in a class of my own. You admit it, right?"

Indeed, Johannesson's level is now in a league of its own, and the other big names who used to be on par with him have fallen far behind.

Some things only become truly impactful when visualized. Take fighting, for example. You can scare someone a hundred times, but they won't feel the power of your fist and won't be afraid of you. Only when you deliver a powerful blow to their head once will they remember the force of your punch and develop a sense of fear. That's the visualization of the power of a fist. Johannesson always boasted that Professor Yang was amazing and had no problem with the surgery, but this didn't resonate with Morris. He felt Johannesson was just exaggerating, and even harbored conspiracy theories, suspecting Johannesson had ulterior motives, such as sharing certain benefits.

Now, he sees a scene straight out of a science fiction movie in the lab. This is Professor Yang's research achievement. His strength has been materialized in the living muscles in the incubator, which is why he is so shocked. He realized that Professor Yang is so amazing, and he is not even on the same level as Professor Yang.

Johannesson knew that there was no need to say anything more now. He just needed to accompany him around here and let him experience the awe-inspiring power of the Matrix. He would feel the same shock Neo felt when he woke up and saw countless human cultivation chambers.

"My God! It's a muscle, it's contracting."

The robotic arm is electrically stimulating the cultured muscles to ensure that each muscle contracts powerfully, so that it will be strong and not limp when transplanted into the human body.

"This is the latissimus dorsi, and this is the psoas major. They will use these to fill in the missing muscles during the surgery."

Morris's eyes were almost pressed against the transparent tempered glass as he muttered to himself, completely absorbed in the experience, like a country bumpkin entering the Grand View Garden.

This local cloning technology is truly amazing, especially for people in the medical field. It's like science fiction technology has become reality.

“Your nose is already close to the glass, move it a little further away,” Johannesson reminded him.

Morris grunted a few times, still very close. He wished he could smash through the transparent shields, reach inside, pick up a piece of muscle, and examine it closely in his palm.

"It would be so nice to be able to take it out and look at it." Morris's eyes were filled with longing.

The accompanying PhD said, "You can take it out and look at it, but you must wear sterile gloves."

The doctor took a pair of sterile gloves from the shelf next to him. As a surgeon, Morris had a strong sense of aseptic technique. He put on the sterile gloves deftly, his movements were very professional.

The doctor operated the LCD screen next to him for a moment, the transparent protective cover opened, the robotic arm was pulled out from the sterile protective cover, reached in and took out a piece of muscle and placed it on Morris's palm.

He stroked the vibrant and elastic muscle. As a surgeon, he knew better than anyone what real human muscles looked like. He gently stroked and massaged the muscle, which contracted under the massage.

This is a piece of muscle cloned in a laboratory environment. It's amazing that muscle can be replicated using local cloning technology.

Morris reluctantly placed the muscle into the tray of the robotic arm and sent it back into the incubator.

He took off his gloves and continued his tour, wanting to see the enormous area of ​​skin.

This skin includes the complete epidermis and dermis, and even some subcutaneous tissue. If this skin is used for skin grafting, it is almost inexhaustible, and the texture of the skin after the operation will definitely be very good.

With this laboratory as a support, his daughter can have her skin and muscles perfectly replaced during surgery, no matter how much she lacks.

"You have the privilege of visiting one of the world's top laboratories. These achievements were made by Professor Yang and a group of young people wearing slippers."

After the visit ended and he left the laboratory, Morris felt as if he had watched a breathtaking movie; the vivid images kept replaying in his mind.

“Dr. Johannesson, could you take me to see Professor Yang now? I apologize for my hesitation. I think I should seize this opportunity. You’re right, I am that beggar. I have never seen the life of an emperor, so I can only imagine the life of an emperor based on my own life. You took me to visit the palace today and let me see the life of an emperor with my own eyes.” Morris was very excited.

“I need to see if the professor is available right now. We can’t take up too much of his time; his time is precious, and every minute should be devoted to advancing medicine,” Johannesson said.

The two arrived at the doctor's office in the clinical ward, but Yang Ping was not there. The doctor in the know said that the professor had gone to the tumor laboratory.

"This is a new approach to treating tumors, K therapy. You wouldn't understand these things anyway, so let me talk about neurosurgery. They are very interested in brainstem tumors. They have conducted in-depth research on brainstem anatomy. As far as I know, they are at least twenty years ahead of us in brainstem anatomy research. Because they felt that they didn't have enough cases, they didn't publish many papers. I was fortunate enough to share their research results, so my brainstem tumor surgery success rate is unparalleled in North America."

Johannesson was very pleased with himself.

"Can...you help me? Can I also share their research findings?" Morris was clearly already engaged.

Johannesson shook his head: "No, you're not at the level where you can share yet. That would mislead you, make you think you can do it too, and then you'd recklessly perform this type of surgery, ultimately leading to disastrous consequences for the patients."

Morris recalled the question Professor Yang had posed to him, which he had been completely unable to answer.

"How did you do that?"

Morris was curious.

Johannesson generously shared his experience: "First, you must learn Chinese well. This is a prerequisite. This way, you can read their journal, 'Medicine,' and other Chinese materials. Although there are translations in various languages, the translations are always outdated and differ from the originals. Only when you master Chinese can you share their research results. This is the first step, and you must do this step well. If you can't even get past the language barrier, don't even think about the rest; it definitely won't work."

"Chinese!"

Morris found this a headache; his Chinese learning consisted of only memorizing a few commonly used words before coming to China.

At this moment, Professor Yang had already entered through the door, followed by a large group of doctors. Johannesson walked up and spoke fluently with Yang Ping in Chinese.

It was only then that Morris realized how useful Chinese was, a language he had never been exposed to before, and how it could help Johannesson's technical skills improve so quickly.