The Godfather of Surgery

On the monitoring screen, the red heart-shaped symbol flashed.

Fatty Liang immediately started intensive treatment, and various resuscitation drugs were injected to support Fujiwara Tanisheng's fragile heart.

This time is different from surgery, if these drugs are used in surgery, it will be counterproductive.

The basic skills of Fatty's usual hard work were displayed vividly at this time. His hands were like juggling. Nurse helps.

On the operating table, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang observed under the microscope for fifteen minutes, and there was no bleeding.

The conditions for closing the incision were met, so I asked Yang Ping whether the incision could be closed.

"Flush, shut down!"

Yang Ping is very confident.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang irrigated the surgical area, and then closed the incision in layers.

By the time the incision was completely closed, the heart rate was stable at 70 beats per minute and there was no arrhythmia.

After the dramatic turn, Masao Fujiwara couldn't adapt. His heartbeat stopped just now, but after 12 minutes, he recovered on his own. Now his vital signs are stable.

Everything was like waking up from a dream.

Miyuki's body was still shaking, and Fujiwara Masao comforted his sister: "It's alright, look, uncle is alright!"

Miyuki looked at the fluctuating electrocardiogram, the stable vital signs, and couldn't believe her eyes.

That's right, the operation is over, and the uncle on the operating table is still alive.

Meixue turned her eyes to Yang Ping, her eyes were extremely complicated, and she worshipped Yang Ping in her heart like a mortal person would worship a god.

The Japanese anesthesiologist stared at Liang Fatzi's raised trousers, revealing nearly half of his calf.

The way of wearing this kind of nine-point pants is really handsome, especially when sitting next to the anesthesia machine with Erlang's legs crossed, he is so handsome.

This is what an anesthesiologist should do.

The Japanese anesthesiologist thought that in the future, he would wear it like this, and he would also like to have Erlang's legs like this.

When Gaoqiao was in China, he was accustomed to seeing Yang Ping create miracles, and it seemed that time and space were chaotic at this time.

Calm down!

Takahashi repeated the two words to himself, standing beside him, never daring to take a seat.

"Sit down and rest!" Yang Ping sat on the stool and talked to Takahashi.

Even with the stool, Takahashi insisted on standing beside him.

"Dr. Yang, I want to ask, after the patient's heart stops beating, do you know that he will be resurrected?"

Yang Ping was stunned for a while, I am afraid that everyone now wants to ask this question, including Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang.

"certainly---"

All the people present instantly became petrified, including Masao Fujiwara.

Yang Ping knew from the beginning to the end that this would happen, so he did not stop the operation, and he did not panic.

How did he do it, predict such an extremely low probability event? Then face it calmly.

Could it be that his analysis of the disease has reached such a state? Does the understanding of the anatomy and physiology of the human body reach this level?

From the location, size, adjacent relationship of the tumor, and the operation process of the operation, it can be predicted that the operation will appear similar to Lazarus syndrome cardiac arrest-rebeating?

And what's even more terrifying is that he actually predicted the exact time of the re-jump.

There is only one explanation. There is a more advanced technical system behind him than Dongda's super-computing digital human, and the simulation of surgery is more advanced.

Masao Fujiwara thought so, and so did Komori, Matsui and others.

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In the conference hall, everyone suddenly felt like a dream.

After a moment of silence, it boils.

In particular, the doctors who participated in the Orthopaedic Trauma Symposium of Sanbo Hospital were once again deeply shocked.

"Dr. Yang, it's done again!"

Lao Cheng waved his arm and shouted.

When he raised his arm, he heard a crisp sound, and Lao Cheng's palm was numb with acupuncture.

His grandma's, what's the matter?

Lao Cheng turned his head to look beside him, his jaw almost dropped in surprise.

The Japanese professor sitting next to Lao Cheng covered half of his face and looked at Lao Cheng pitifully.

Could it be that when he was waving his arms just now, he was excited and slapped others in the face?

"Calm down!"

From Huang Jiacai's surprised eyes, Lao Cheng was almost certain that it was what he imagined.

"This - this - I'm sorry! Accident, pure accident!"

Lao Cheng smiled.

The Japanese let go of his hand, half of his face was already swollen, and there were faint bruises on it.

"Calm, surprise, surprise!"

Lao Cheng was still in a daze, and Huang Jiacai hurriedly helped to explain to the Japanese, so as not to cause international disputes.

At the same time, with a circle of eyes, the escape route of the entire hall can be easily used as a tool for the guy, and he knows it by heart, and he is even ready to grab a notebook next to him as a weapon.

But no matter how you look at it, the Japanese don't seem to be in a fight.

In fact, the Japanese professor was very angry and wanted to rush up to punch and kick.

But for the sake of this person being the chief doctor and chef, he could only break his front teeth and swallow it.

They also wanted to invite the successful chief surgeon, Dr. Yang, to look for loopholes in the surgical simulation model.

If there is a conflict with his chef, I am afraid it will be difficult to handle.

The chef, who is a relatively close person, has nothing to do with others, so he must not offend him.

The appearance of such a fatal loophole indicates that the entire model has fundamental errors, so loopholes must be dug out.

Moreover, they judged that Yang Ping must be supported by advanced surgical simulation technology, otherwise it will not be successful.

"Small things, small things, just a little skin contusion, if there is an ice cube to apply it."

Professor Curly Hair carried forward the Japanese forbearance character to the extreme. He resisted his anger, smiled, pretended to be relaxed, and spoke in half a lifetime of Chinese with some English in it.

The tone was almost humble, and then he covered half of his face and bowed.

"Ice cubes, yes, ice cubes, look for ice cubes." Lao Cheng was stunned by the unusual courtesy of the Japanese.

"Little things, small things, let's -- make friends -- Mr. Chef! Do you have a business card? This is my business card, Tomohiro Fujisawa, professor at the University of Tokyo."

The curly-haired professor took out the business card with one hand, handed it over with both hands, and then retracted one hand to cover half of his face.

Tomoyo Fujisawa, a five-character name, has a headache.

Lao Cheng put away the business card and was about to hand Curly Hair a business card, but thinking about it, the name of the business card was not a chef.

So I said, "I'm sorry, as a chef, I usually rarely socialize, so I don't have a business card. My surname is Cheng."

"Mr. Cheng! Hello, hello, ouch!"

The curly-haired professor shook hands again and asked for a phone call, as if he had forgotten the injury on his face.

"I don't want to be beaten, damn it, just now, I was so arrogant, and my eyes were like bull's eyes. Now I beat him, and I am so peaceful, like a spring breeze, nodding and bowing!" Lao Cheng thought to himself.

Lao Cheng really wanted to go up and slap him again. Wouldn't the harder he hit, the more respectful the opponent would be?

How many more slaps? Will you call yourself Daddy right away?

After all, Lao Cheng was a man of culture, so he gave up the idea and shook hands with the curly professor.

Huang Jiacai, a professor of the Digital Human Project of Dongda University, was very interested. He immediately took the business card and shook hands with Professor Curly Hair: "It's a pleasure to meet you, we also have a similar project."

Huang Jiacai is planning to invest in digital human projects for the research and development of medical devices.

Dongda's digital people are considered the world's top technology, and it is also good to have the opportunity to visit.

The domestic digital human plan is actually developing well. The digital human plan of Nandu Medical University was once world-leading, but it was only the stage of visual human figures.

The development of "digital human" is divided into four stages: "digital visual human", "digital physical human", "digital biological human" and "digital intelligent human".

The digital physiological man, that is, the three-dimensional human body built in the computer can not only simulate the anatomical structure, but also simulate the physiological function.

At present, only digital humans in the United States have entered the stage of biological human beings. Unexpectedly, Japan's Todai University, which is silent, has also entered the stage of biological human beings.

Previously, it had no reputation, and even once everyone thought that Japan did not engage in research on digital people.

Only Huang Jia can see the attitude of the Japanese, and clearly wants to establish some kind of cooperation with Yang Ping to help dig the loopholes.

Yang Ping's successful operation overturned their model. This is not a trivial matter, it is a fundamental denial of their model.

"You are?"

The curly-haired professor nodded and bowed.

"Dr. Yang's driver!"

Huang Jiacai made up an identity, the chefs are here, and the driver is not out of line.

"Oh! Hello, hello."

Professor Curly Hair immediately shook hands warmly, and several other professors from Dongda University followed suit and shook hands.

The driver and the chef are all close people. It is unexpected that two close people of Dr. Yang are sitting beside him.

Maybe they can find some inside information from their mouths, such as whether Dr. Yang is involved in digital human research, and whether there is a similar computer simulation technology behind it.

"Please sit down and talk."

Professor Curly is very polite.

"Professor Fujisawa is well-known in the field of digital people, everyone knows it!" Huang Jiacai complimented him.

The curly-haired professor was triumphant and gave a thumbs up: "Award, award, your digital human technology is this!"

"Compared to Professor Teng Ze, we are just getting started." Huang Jiacai shook his head.

Professor Curly Hair immediately judged: Sure enough, they have powerful digital simulation technology behind them, otherwise how could they have won such an operation? If it is true, I am afraid that it is not a little bit more advanced than their own technology.

Several professors of Dongda University divided into two groups, one group chatted with Huang Jiacai and Lao Cheng, and inquired about some news.

Another group has already communicated with Sasaki, hoping that Dongda Hospital will come forward and invite Dr. Yang's team to visit the digital human project and establish cooperation.

Professor Sasaki was assigned by Masao Fujiwara to be in charge of entertaining doctors from various countries in the conference hall.

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"The operation is over? Are people alive?"

Professor Liang has not yet adapted to this reversal. Professor Qin was also stunned. Professor Su took out the mineral water and took a slow sip.

"Look at the monitoring data, the vital signs are stable."

"Resurrection after stopping for 12 minutes, I wonder if there will be brain death or brain dysfunction?" Professor Qin was quite worried.

Professor Su is in no hurry: "Let's see later."

This kind of surgery, even if you live for a few days after the operation, no matter how poor your brain function is, it is a huge improvement and a zero breakthrough.

A large number of foreign doctors gathered around Professor Su. We all know that Professor Su will participate in the election of the next chairman of the Asia Pacific Orthopaedic Association, and Dr. Yang was brought by Professor Su to the meeting.

Naturally, everyone surrounded Professor Su, hoping to establish some kind of relationship with China.

Some people even expressed their support for Professor Su's participation in the election on the spot and were willing to vote.

Several doctors who supported Masao Fujiwara rushed over and shook hands with Professor Su, hoping to hear some valuable news.

People always have preconceived habits of thinking. Originally, Professor Su and Fujiwara Masao's scientific research achievements were on the same level.

Now in the eyes of these doctors, Professor Su has a higher technical content.

Some doctors even took out the conference proceedings again and read them, and picked out the papers of the Chinese representatives to read.

Professor Liang was quite excited when he saw this scene.

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