Surgery Godfather-Chapter 340 - 0323: Pain

Chapter 340: Chapter 0323: Pain

“Do you think when Doctor Yang looks at us, it’s like how humans look at dogs? In terms of IQ, I mean?”

Takahashi suddenly had this thought. Unable to find an appropriate simile, he fell back on this crude one.

“Speak for yourself, don’t lump us together,” Zhang Lin shot him a glance.

Takahashi quickly clarified, “What I meant was about IQ. Dogs have an IQ of 40, an average person has an IQ of 100, and Doctor Yang’s IQ must be at least 160. In that sense, it’s like he’s looking at dogs when he looks at us.”

“Well—leave me out of this,” Zhang Lin corrected him once again.

A flush growing on his face, Takahashi didn’t dare to argue with Zhang Lin. He could only admit to the harsh rebuke. Little Five patted Takahashi on the shoulder: “Takahashi, that’s not a great comparison, it’s hurtful.”

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Takahashi felt his comparison was indeed inappropriate, but he couldn’t think of anything else.

Takahashi also tried to do jigsaw puzzles like Yang Ping; he would scramble them, then try to assemble the pieces out of order. Each time he picked up a piece, he had to figure out where it belonged and where it should go, a task that took a long time.

Sometimes, if he couldn’t find the correct position for a piece right away, he would be stuck, and everything would come to a halt. At such moments, he would be plunged into confusion and long periods of waiting. This method of doing jigsaw puzzles required powerful memory and calculation capabilities.

Yang Ping allowed everyone to do their own thing. Graduate students, standardized training students, and interns all busied themselves changing dressings, writing medical records, and studying jigsaw puzzles.

Takahashi harangued Little Five until he agreed to take him to buy the same jigsaw puzzle; he wanted to bring it back to the dormitory and study it thoroughly. Reluctantly, Little Five led him to a toy store near the hospital.

Yang Ping called Song Zimo to his office to discuss the medical expenses of Yu Shuilian. The treatment might take a long time and be very costly. If there was any problem, they needed to figure out a solution for her in advance.

Song Zimo explained that the party at fault was a soil truck, and its mandatory liability insurance wouldn’t cover much. However, she did have private insurance that covered accidental medical expenses up to two million. The insurance company had already sent a representative to confirm that this was within the scope of the compensation. The private insurance would cover all expenses over what the mandatory liability insurance covered, up to two million.

When this couple insured themselves, one of their fellow villagers tried to dissuade them, claiming that insurance was all a scam. But they didn’t listen to him. They had their own judgment and bought the insurance anyway.

Now, when the insurance proved useful, it acted like a powerful shield, helping them withstand a nearly catastrophic blow.

Upon hearing that the insurance company would reimburse the medical expenses and that the advance payment had been credited to her hospital account, Shuilian felt some of her worries alleviating.

With the insurance company standing behind them, Yang Ping could worry less about their medical bills. This freed him to focus entirely on planning the next surgical procedure.

“Did Xu Zhiliang start working today?” asked Song Zimo.

When Yang Ping brought in Xu Zhiliang, he also solicited Song Zimo’s opinion. Song Zimo supported Yang Ping’s decision to give him a chance: if he was indeed capable, they should decisively bring him in.

“There’s no doubt about his theoretical knowledge. During our discussion earlier, he showed a good grasp of the latest research in orthopedics. I’ve looked over his dissertation, which was published in JBJS. I never realized before, he has a Ph.D. in orthopedics. How did you find him?” Song Zimo asked curiously.

Yang Ping showed a hint of smugness: “When Shuilian was involved in an emergency car accident, he was there. He extended the incision in her abdomen on the spot, reached in and blocked her aorta to stem the bleeding. And he did it intermittently, with great precision.”

“That’s bold! This man is quite unconventional. I played chess with him; he’s highly intelligent and very daring. Once in the emergency department, he performed an open chest cardiac massage on a patient suffering a cardiac arrest following multiple rib fractures and a hemothorax. He saved the patient’s life. If his surgical skills are truly top-notch, it would be best to let him lead a team. If he were to work parallel with me, he might not be happy working under me. Didn’t you see during the case discussion, how he intentionally or unintentionally challenged me?” Song Zimo chuckled.

Yang Ping was pondering this matter: “When you have time, you should watch the video of his surgeries today. I specifically assigned a few surgeries to him. His surgical proficiency is…”

Yang Ping gave a thumbs up, and Song Zimo readily agreed, “In that case, give him a team now.”

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After work, Takahashi returned to his dormitory. He locked himself in his room and played the surgical video of Shuilian on his laptop, watching it over and over.

He played the video in slow motion, assigning each surgical step a number.

Then he wrote the numbers on little blocks. Each block was painted a different color, with each color representing a different surgery.

For example, spleen removal was painted brown, right hepatectomy was red, omentectomy was yellow, and each operation was assigned a different color.

Takahashi attempted various combinations with the colored blocks, resulting in many different surgical sequences. Upon careful comparison, he found that Yang Ping’s surgical sequence was indeed optimal, saving the most time and benefiting the patient the most.

These mixed up steps appeared to be gibberish, but they adhered to the fundamental principles of a rescue surgery. The most lethal threats were eliminated first.

For instance, Yang Ping blocked the splenic artery and vein two minutes apart. After blocking the splenic artery, he didn’t block the splenic vein immediately, but rather prepared for a hepatectomy.

Two minutes later, he returned to block the splenic vein. Those seemingly arbitrary two minutes held a secret that Takahashi figured out: it allowed some of the blood in the splenic sinusoids to circulate, achieving autotransfusion.

While separating the right lobe of the liver and the spleen, Yang Ping also separated some parts of the omentum. This way, when he finished with the organ surgeries, the omentum was naturally completely removed.

Takahashi had finally penetrated the mystery. However, even though he now knew how, he still couldn’t reproduce it. He was unable to execute the surgical sequence on his own.

For Takahashi, this was undoubtedly distressing.

Each step of the jumbled sequence was not arbitrary; they all had a purpose.

Like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle laid out because they originally belonged there. During the surgery, he had a clear understanding of the whole procedure.

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Just like how a jigsaw puzzle solver should memorize the image on several puzzle pieces at a glance and immediately determine where each piece belongs in the picture as soon as it is picked up.

It was a top-tier coordination between the brain and the hand. Takahashi packed away the jigsaw puzzle pieces.

He attempted to assemble a few pieces of the jigsaw puzzle using the scrambled pieces.

It didn’t work. He had to observe and contemplate every single piece before he could place it in the correct position, but he couldn’t guarantee the accuracy. Sometimes, he would get stuck on a single piece, wasting a lot of time.

This was only for a few pieces of a puzzle. For a patient with multiple injuries, the time wasted would cause their life.