godfather of surgery

Chapter 1173 What kind of person is he?

After just one hour of visiting the laboratory, Morris was already awestruck by Yang Ping's tangible scientific research prowess. At this moment, Yang Ping was like a god in his eyes.

"Professor Yang! Mr. Morris would like to speak with you."

Johannesson said anxiously, afraid that Yang Ping would go off to do other things later.

When faced with requests from patients' families, Yang Ping tries his best to sit down and give them some time, but he won't go to extremes to meet their demands or keep talking indefinitely, as that would waste precious time.

"Go ahead and tell me, see if there's anything you don't understand." Yang Ping sat down.

Only Yang Ping in the world could maintain such composure. He had the confidence to back it up; he had undergone countless surgical training sessions in the system space, where he encountered a vast number of cases that were impossible to find in reality. In reality, a doctor only has one chance, but in the system space, Yang Ping had countless opportunities. Therefore, he was able to thoroughly study every case he encountered.

Therefore, surgeries that seemed hopeless to other doctors were very easy to Yang Ping.

The experience he accumulated through various attempts gave him a god-like perspective on almost all surgeries, and the huge information gap and difference in proficiency were enough for him to handle any surgery in reality.

Without him, only familiar with Seoul.

Not only are they skilled with their hands, but more importantly, they are also very skilled with their minds.

"I'd like to know if the spinal correction is done together? Is a second stage unnecessary?" Morris asked. Actually, this wasn't really a problem anymore, because Song Ziming had already discussed the surgical details with him. For Yang Ping, this wasn't a difficult part of the surgery either. The only problem back then was—where was the true boundary of the connected brainstem? That problem has now been solved.

However, Maurice couldn't ask any other questions for the time being, so he could only frantically pick up some non-issues to buy time so that he could ask the real questions.

"All steps are completed in one surgery. There are no plans for a second surgery. We have calculated that spinal correction will not take much time, and it is within our time budget." Yang Ping's tone is always so concise.

Now Morris couldn't even raise a question; he was stammering.

Sometimes, the same person can become a completely different person with a different mindset.

"I understand. No further questions. Let's schedule the surgery."

Morris said decisively.

Back in the ward, Maurice told his daughters that he had agreed to the surgery and asked for their opinions.

The two daughters surprisingly acted in unison, hugging and kissing their father: "You are such a good dad. I knew you would agree to the surgery. You are such an enlightened dad. You are the best neurosurgeon in America."

Then the two daughters high-fived each other to celebrate. They could finally separate and be independent, normal people. What a happy thing that was! The wife was also happy to be there.

Seeing his daughters' joyful expressions, Maurice finally understood how much they longed to live like normal people, and how he had almost ruined their hopes because of his prejudice. Fortunately, Johannesson took him to visit the laboratory, allowing him to see firsthand what true genius was.

"Let me take you out for a walk, let's sit in the famous bakery here and try their bread. The owner of that bakery is Professor Yang's patient. She had half a body left after a car accident, but Professor Yang pulled her back from the brink of death. Now she lives like a normal person with an electric prosthesis. This case is one of the most classic trauma emergency surgery cases in the world. It has been included in many textbooks and is a must-learn case for trauma surgeons. We are neurosurgeons and generally do not deal with this case."

As Johannesson spoke, he gestured to show where the amputation had occurred, how dangerous the situation was, and how amazing Professor Yang's surgery was. Of course, Johannesson was not present at the surgery in person at the time; he only saw the surgical video later in a WeChat group.

After Johannesson said that, these classic cases seemed to open one Pandora's box after another, and Morris became very interested.

"Quick, quick, take me to see it, I'll treat you to bread." Maurice said impatiently.

The two arrived at the Water Lily Bakery on the first floor of the Sanbo Hotel. The business there was booming, but at this time most people were buying bread and leaving, with very few dining in. Johannesson and Morris sat down.

Yu Shuilian walked over briskly, her movements made very convenient by the electric prosthetic leg that she could control with her mind.

Morris wanted to keep staring, but was afraid of seeming impolite. It was hard to imagine that this patient could survive and live like a normal person. Judging from the smile on her face, she had a good quality of life.

"What would you two like to eat?" Yu Shuilian asked in English. There are quite a few foreigners coming to her shop now, especially during Yang Ping's wedding, when there was a queue almost every day, all of them foreigners. So Yu Shuilian has also learned some basic English.

“Do you still recognize me, landlady?” Johannesson said in fluent Chinese.

Yu Shuilian looked at him, but couldn't quite place him. There were just too many foreigners who had come to the store. She would recognize people like August, Robert, Takahashi, and Mainstein, but this one?

“Dr. John, this is Dr. John, Dr. John from the Mayo Clinic in the United States,” Johannesson prompted.

Yu Shuilian remembered that he had indeed come a few times, but not often, unlike Robert and the others who came frequently and became very familiar with each other.

"Dr. Yue, is that you?" Yu Shuilian finally recognized him.

These foreigners have very long surnames, so the staff at Sanbo Hospital like to call them by the first character of their surname's transliteration, thus forcibly addressing them as "Doctor So-and-so" according to Chinese custom.

For example, Robert is Dr. Robert, August is Dr. August, and Johannesson is simply called Dr. John. It sounds strange and unpleasant at first, but you get used to it after hearing it a lot.

"Yes, you remember now?"

"Remember."

Yu Shuilian immediately shook hands with Johannesson.

“This is my friend, Dr. Morris,” Johannesson introduced.

"Is he here for further studies too?" Yu Shuilian asked enthusiastically.

Johannesson shook his head: "No, his daughter came here to have surgery with Professor Yang."

Upon hearing about the surgery, Yu Shuilian became interested and immediately said, "You've come to the right place. Professor Yang is the best doctor in the world."

Johannesson translated for Morris. The two ordered bread and milk tea, ate and chatted, and sat in the shop for a while.

After leaving the store, Johannesson brought Morris to the teaching room in the institute's ward, where there were many surgical videos. With the administrator's permission, they watched the video of Yang Ping performing surgery on Yu Shuilian, allowing him to witness firsthand how a genius surgeon performed surgery.

After watching it, Morris initially suspected that the video was fast-forwarded. When he confirmed that the video was playing normally, he was shocked once again, even more so than when he visited the laboratory, because that was only basic medicine, the field of surgery that Morris was most familiar with.

The surgeon in the video displayed such superb surgical skills that Morris admitted he could never reach that level of surgical prowess.

After careful consideration, Morris finally signed the informed consent form for the surgery, and his daughter's surgery was officially put on the waiting list.

Meanwhile, Ruixing also began producing customized spinal fixation devices and "growable" titanium plates, all of which are essential implants for the surgery. The amount of skin and muscle cultured in the stem cell lab also met the requirements for the surgery. With everything in place, the surgery was scheduled.
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For some reason, this news was leaked by an American media outlet, causing a huge uproar.

The fact that the daughter of a famous American doctor needed to go to China for surgery suggests that Chinese doctors are more skilled than their American counterparts. This has hurt the pride of many American doctors, who believe there must be some ulterior motive behind it.

Many of Morris's friends, especially the doctors who had participated in discussions about Morris's daughter's treatment plan, called Morris to verify this. Morris confirmed it and told them the specific surgical plan.

They exclaimed in surprise: How could this be? This must be an experiment with no guarantee of success, a crazy surgical show.

“Maurice, this is impossible. Please use your common sense to judge. The probability of successfully separating the head is extremely low. It is simply impossible to perform the surgery.”

"Your daughter will become a victim of the experiment; they are exaggerating."

"Surgeries that can't be done in the US can be done in China?"

"This is ridiculous. We can't separate the mixed brainstem now, so how can he do it?"

"You need to be careful, there's definitely something wrong here."

This is the reaction of most people. Even though Yang Ping won the Nobel Prize, they still believe that the scientific research achievements that earned Yang Ping the Nobel Prize are in the field of basic medicine. How could a scholar in the field of basic medicine be able to perform surgery, especially such an impossible surgery?

However, when they looked up Yang Ping's papers, they found that he not only had papers on basic medical sciences but also on orthopedic clinical medicine, which showed that he was indeed a doctor capable of performing surgery. But he was an orthopedic surgeon, so how could he possibly perform this kind of surgery? Even if he did, he could only separate the spine.

However, a few doctors who were familiar with Yang Ping were very excited. Professor Yang was about to create another miracle, especially the doctors who participated in the NASA space emergency rescue at the time. They knew Yang Ping's genius-like surgical skills.

For example, Massimo, an interventional surgeon at Johns Hopkins Hospital, still vividly recalls the scene of Yang Ping using remote surgical equipment to perform surgery on NASA astronauts.

This is an internal hospital-wide consultation meeting at Johns Hopkins Hospital.

Before everyone had arrived, some people started chatting about current hot news in the medical field.

"What a joke! This Chinese doctor actually dares to perform this kind of surgery. Is this something he's capable of? I heard that this doctor even won the Nobel Prize for his research in genetics."

"I still don't know whether he's a surgeon, a geneticist, or a stem cell scientist."

"They always like to undertake these kinds of mega-projects to show off their strength. Is it really that interesting? I participated in the surgical evaluation of these two sisters. Objectively speaking, the surgery was impossible. Current surgical techniques cannot reach this level. For example, how do you separate the brainstem and cervical spinal cord that are connected? Current anatomical knowledge cannot understand how these mixed-up nerve nuclei are distributed. If even one is wrong, both of them will stop breathing and their hearts will stop beating during the operation. I think this is absurd and more like an academic show."

"Is she the daughter of that doctor in New York? He himself is a neurosurgeon, how could he trust someone else so easily and use his own daughter as an experiment?"

"Professor Yang, who performed the surgery, is a Nobel Prize winner; he must have his own methods."

"He won the Nobel Prize in the field of genetics or stem cells, not clinical medicine at all. Surgery is not his area of ​​expertise, so it has nothing to do with what award he won."

"It's hard to say. Mannstein from Germany didn't just work across multiple disciplines, but he also excelled in every single one."

“Maninstein? How many people are like that? There’s only one in the whole world.”

"I've heard that many doctors have called that New York doctor, demanding that the surgery be made public so we can see what kind of show it will be."

The meeting room was abuzz with discussion; this matter had such a significant impact that everyone couldn't help but talk about it.

"Gentlemen! It seems there are many opinions about this surgery on the conjoined twins?" Massimo slammed his fist on the table.

Massimo is a master of interventional medicine and holds a high position in the hospital, so when he speaks, everyone stops their discussion and turns to look at him, wanting to hear his opinion.

“If the surgery is broadcast live, I suggest everyone take the time to watch it; it will benefit you for life.” Massimo didn’t want to comment further; these people were just spouting ignorant opinions within their narrow circle.

"Excuse me, Dr. Massimo, what do you mean?" Someone didn't understand what Massimo meant.

Massimo said calmly, "The surgeon in charge is Professor Yang Ping from China. I know him better than most people. He is a clinician, and as far as I know, his main specialty is orthopedic surgery. The research results that won him the Nobel Prize were just something he did casually in his spare time, not his main profession."

Everyone immediately exclaimed in surprise: "You mean—his Nobel Prize-winning achievement was just something he did in his spare time?"

“Yes, that’s right. He’s an even more versatile candidate than Mannstein. He’s involved in all branches of basic and clinical medicine. It’s just that he doesn’t like publishing papers in English. Of course, despite his dislike, he still managed to publish more than a dozen articles in English in journals such as Nature, Science, and Cell.” Massimo’s tone was calm, but his pronunciation was clear.

"More than a dozen articles?" Everyone exclaimed in surprise once again.

“He occasionally performs interventional surgeries, but only occasionally. However, his skill level in interventional surgeries is far superior to mine. I have personally witnessed him performing surgeries,” Massimo finally said.

Even better than Massimo? What level is that? Isn't Massimo the world's best?

Moreover, he only occasionally performs interventional surgeries, yet his skill level surpasses that of Massimo. His sideline achievements, made in his spare time, have earned him a Nobel Prize. What kind of person is he?

"It's time. Let's begin our hospital-wide consultation."

Massimo checked the time and ended the discussion.