Surgery Godfather-Chapter 410 - 0382 One Hour Before Surgery

Chapter 410: Chapter 0382: One Hour Before Surgery

Chapter 410: Chapter 0382: One Hour Before Surgery

At this time, Yang Ping, Wen Rentao, Zeng Ran, and Mu Jun were also standing in the ICU ward, deeply bowing to Professor Feng.

John Ansen, Griffin, and Woodhead, who were among the crowd in the visiting corridor, were affected by the solemn atmosphere.

When they learned that Professor Feng volunteered to be a research subject, they couldn’t help but be deeply moved.

Huang Zhong, the Director of the Trauma Orthopedics Department of Nandu Affiliated Hospital One and a student of Professor Feng, had also rushed to the Magic City Sixth Hospital and stood in the visiting corridor.

Years ago, Huang Zhong was Han Jiangong’s assistant, and when Professor Feng surreptitiously took blood samples to Hangzhou for identification, Huang Zhong accidentally saw Professor Feng outside the laboratory. This was a private matter. Huang Zhong immediately avoided him and didn’t greet him. Professor Feng also didn’t notice Huang Zhong.

By sheer coincidence, Huang Zhong’s fiancée was the laboratory technician. So, Huang Zhong naturally learned about the relationship between Hong Zhigang and Professor Feng. He secretly told Han Jiangong about it and didn’t tell anyone else.

When Han Jiangong knew the truth, he was incredulous. However, he understood his mentor must have had his reasons and instructed Huang Zhong not to tell anyone else.

Huang Zhong was a loyal and reliable person, so he didn’t divulge this to anyone else.

Until the incident of the medical accident occurred and Han Jiangong resigned out of resentment, Huang Zhong knew better than anyone else that Han Jiangong was using a plan to facilitate Hong Zhigang’s success by sacrificing himself.

Huang Zhong admired Han Jiangong’s character and resolutely resigned to follow Han Jiangong south.

To protect Han Jiangong from leaving the medical profession, Professor Feng later took full responsibility. He apologized to the patient’s family and offered compensation.

When Han Jiangong and Huang Zhong went to the south, Professor Su from Nandu Affiliated Hospital One was eagerly looking for talent at the time and invited them to join him.

At that time, Nandu Province was preparing to establish the Overseas Chinese Hospital. Han Jiangong was interested in joining the new hospital, and Professor Su strongly recommended him. Han Jiangong successfully became part of the first batch of talent introduced by the hospital.

The future of the new hospital was uncertain. Han Jiangong persuaded Huang Zhong to join Affiliated Hospital One, and Professor Su was willing to help Huang’s wife transfer jobs. Hence, Huang Zhong joined Affiliated Hospital One and developed his career under the guidance of Professor Su.

Han Jiangong steadfastly rooted himself in the newly established Overseas Chinese Hospital—Sanbo Hospital. Step by step, from only forty beds and empty wards, it developed to one hundred and fifty beds, frequently adding beds, and branched out into four specialties: spine, joint, trauma, and sports medicine.

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Professor Feng’s breathing and heartbeat began to stabilize. Twenty-four to forty-eight hours after being taken off the respirator would be the golden opportunity for surgery. Once missed, there would no longer be such an opportunity.

The surgery was scheduled for half-past seven the next day. At seven o’clock sharp, the operating room was ready to receive the patient, an hour earlier than the usual time.

The largest operating room of the Magic City Sixth Hospital’s Orthopedics Department was cleared out. Yang Ping was the chief surgeon, Han Jiangong the first assistant, Hong Zhigang the second group. Wen Rentao and Zeng Ran were substitutes.

The anesthesiologist, surgical nurse, and circulating nurse were all elite personnel. These people were usually the specialized surgical team of Magic City Sixth Hospital’s Orthopedics Department.

Old Feng led a low-key and simple life all his life, eating coarse grains and never seeking special treatment.

This time, it was probably his most special moment in his life, and the only time he would enjoy luxurious treatment.

He cultivated numerous students, including visiting scholars, masters, doctoral students; some arrived in Shanghai a few days ago, some had just arrived not long ago; all of them found out about this from their WeChat moments or WeChat groups.

Everyone knew that Professor Feng’s surgery success rate was less than one percent. As he voluntarily served as a subject of a surgical experiment and would undergo post-operative autopsy research, he stirred up respect from everyone.

Most of these students had already become department directors in their respective hospitals and were key figures in their local orthopedics departments. Dozens of students who came back from abroad also had outstanding accomplishments.

At seven in the morning, the head nurse of the operating room came personally to ICU with two senior nurses to transfer Old Feng. Hong Zhigang, Han Jiangong, Dean Chen, and several vice-deans together lifted Old Feng onto the bed.

Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong helped push the cart from behind, the head nurse led the way at the front of the cart, while several deans held the handles on both sides of the cart.

The cart carrying Professor Feng started to move from ICU to the operating room.

As soon as they emerged from the emergency elevator of the ICU, the corridor outside was already full of people. They instinctively leaned against the wall, forming two neat rows and leaving the middle path clear.

All of these people were Professor Feng’s students. Some were still wearing their white gowns from different hospitals. Clearly, many of them had prepared in advance.

Everyone quietly saluted Old Feng as the cart passed, not inquiring about or discussing anything, silently watching the cart being sent to the operating room.

Then quietly followed behind until Old Feng was pushed into the operating room and the operating room doors closed.

Professor Zhang, Director Han, Hong Zhigang, and Yang Ping were already changing clothes in the changing room.

Neither Dean Chen nor Director Peng entered the changing room temporarily, afraid of affecting the surgeons’ changing process due to too many people.

During these days, Yang Ping had been discussing Professor Feng’s condition with everyone. Wen Rentao hadn’t had the chance to talk to him.

He did not see Yang Ping in the consultation meeting at the time, only Zeng Ran told him that Yang Ping had come with Professor Zhang.

The first time he saw Yang Ping was in the ICU doctor’s office. At that time, Yang Ping was discussing the surgical approach and perioperative management with the three American professors, Director Fu, and Director Wei.

No, it wasn’t a discussion. From Yang Ping’s confidence when he was surrounded and the reverent gaze of the American professors, slightly bent waist, it was clear that Yang Ping was teaching them.

He originally thought Yang Ping was a strong opponent. It was then that Wen Rentao realized that Yang Ping’s only opponent was the disease. No one else could be his opponent.

Wen Rentao and Zeng Ran were always accompanying Yang Ping, leading him around, getting his clothes and slippers, and opening the locker in the changing room.

“Xiao Yang, don’t stress, stay calm and relaxed. Treat it like a usual surgery. Even if it fails, no one will blame you.” Director Han’s hand was on Yang Ping’s shoulder, pressing it slightly.

“Okay, teacher, I will give it my all. You can rest assured.” Yang Ping used to call Director Han as “director,” but this time, he felt that calling him “teacher” from now on would be more respectful.

Director Han released his hand and smiled: “Okay, good luck. You are the most outstanding.”

After Yang Ping had put on his sterile gown, mask, and hat, instead of going directly to the operating room, he sat on a chair in the changing room to rest. Wen Rentao and Zeng Ran also accompanied him.

“I’ll personally arrange the patient’s position later. Control the operating room’s temperature at 25 degrees Celsius. Only the necessary personnel for the surgery are allowed in the operating room during the operation. Regardless of what happens, no one is allowed to shout loudly.”

“Understood, I have already briefed the others involved in the surgery,” Wen Rentao responded.

“Three laser scalpels have been prepared?” Yang Ping asked again.

“You personally confirmed it, touch-type laser scalpel with precision of 0.1 millimeters,” Wen Rentao affirmed.

“Three defibrillators ready?”

“Charged and in position.”

“How about I assist you? I am worried about the emotional state of Professor Hong and Professor Han.” Wen Rentao volunteered.

His worry was not unfounded, and Yang Ping was considering these concerns.

This operation demanded extreme stability and endurance under the microscope. The emotional fluctuations of Director Han and Professor Hong could negatively affect the surgery.

Wen Rentao, being younger, would probably provide more skillful operations under the microscope than the two directors.

Moreover, Wen Rentao’s natural ability to operate under the microscope is exceptional. He is probably the best available assistant for Yang Ping at present.

Yang Ping planned to perform the whole operation himself, but thorough preparation was still required.

“May I?” asked Wen Rentao to Yang Ping with a hopeful tone.

“Yes!” agreed Yang Ping.

Seeing that Yang Ping had agreed, Wen Rentao proposed to Hong Zhigang: “Teacher, you and Professor Han can rest off stage, and Zeng Ran and I will go on stage as assistants, how about that?”

Hong Zhigang was taken aback, and looked toward Han Jiangong who pondered for a moment: “Let the young ones go. Their ability to operate under a microscope is superior.”

“Alright, Rentao, cooperate well with Dr. Yang.” Hong Zhigang agreed.

“Thank you. I am honored to assist you.” Wen Rentao extended his hand.

Yang Ping shook his hand: “Let’s work together.”

“And me!” Zeng Ran also reached out her hand.

“The surgery carries extreme risk. In theory I have an 80% success rate, but that’s assuming everything goes perfectly. Any mistake in any step could cause the surgery to fail. And failure means a stop in the heartbeat. Remember, no matter what happens during the surgery, do not panic, do not shout, stay at your posts, and absolutely do not cross the line.”

“Understood!” Wen Rentao and Zeng Ran responded in unison.

Yang Ping stood up, walked towards the mirror, and adjusted his mask and hat. After a few seconds, he said: “Let’s head into the operating room.”

The automatic sensor doors, one after the other, led the team from the semi-restricted area to the restricted area, and then into the operating room.

Every step, every detail, could not afford any mistakes. Everything had to be precise down to the 0.1 millimeters. Any deviation could result in failure of the surgery. The patient would have to be defibrillated within 5 seconds of a cardiac arrest.

Two people were standing guard at the entrance of the operating theater to prevent any unsuspecting doctors from walking in and interrupting the surgery.

“Nobody is allowed to enter during the surgery. Without orders from the chief surgeon, no matter what happens inside, you’re not to go in.” Two of Wen Rentao’s students stood guard at the operating room door like stone lions.

“We shall guard the door.” The voice of Hong Zhigang echoed.

“Teacher!” exclaimed Wen Rentao, surprised and confused. He had just instructed them to rest in the changing room.

However, both men were too on edge to rest, opting instead to guard the door of the operating theater.

Professor Feng was already lying on the operating table with his head shaved from his time in the ward. The anesthesiologist was waiting for the chief surgeon to arrive.

The temperature in the operating room was locked at 25 degrees Celsius. Three sets of PhotoMedex contact laser scalpel systems were prepared – one set in the operating room, and two sets in the equipment room.

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The laser scalpels, transmission fibers, Carl Zeiss NC4 surgical microscope, and laser safety glasses – all were ready.

A defibrillator sat in the corner, fully charged and ready for emergency use, with two additional sets in the equipment room.

The circulating nurse had prepared all kinds of positioning pads, and the scrub nurse prepared to clean her hands.

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As per Professor Feng’s instructions, this was an experimental procedure for scientific research, and hence fully open to the hospital’s internal staff.

Doctors who wished to observe the surgery were invited to the teaching conference room in the operating area. Order was maintained by the head of the medical office, Director Peng.

Griffin crossed himself in prayer: “May God bless Professor Feng, and let the surgery succeed.”

John Ansen told Griffin: “Doctor Yang is God’s messenger, sent to help Professor Feng fight against disease.”

Woodhead sat quietly with his laptop on his knees, engrossed in watching the video of Yang Ping’s spinal orthopedic surgery. He determined to focus only on the video until Feng’s surgery began, fearing that once that happened, the video might no longer be available.

As an orthopedic surgeon, Woodhead regarded the video as invaluable. The job schedules of American doctors are very organized; conference attendances must align with schedules back at home, as both job tasks and patient appointments for several months ahead would have been prearranged.

Now these three American doctors disregarded everything else, having informed their secretaries that they would delay their return.

Such a rare opportunity to observe surgery wasn’t something they wanted to miss at any cost.