Surgery Godfather-Chapter 564 - 512: How many surgeries in a year

The heart will be taken out of the chest and broken down into pieces, if it cannot be put back.

What a terrible prospect!

People at the conference were uncomfortable, unable to suppress the doubts in their hearts, and began discussing amongst themselves.

At that moment, a tardy doctor entered with his head lowered, and sat down next to Melvin Mason.

This was Brin from the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in the United States, and of course, one of the gold diggers who came to Saudi Arabia.

He had just finished a surgery, and when he heard that people invited by Li Zehui had arrived and were discussing cases, he decided to join them.

"What’s going on? What’s the situation?"

Brin noticed the grim faces of Melvin Mason and Dodge, and the noisy conference area.

"My God, is this the guy that Li Zehui invited? Have you heard what he said? He wants to remove the heart, place it on the operating table, slowly dismantle it and fix it, and then put it back. Has he ever done such surgery? How many heart surgeries does he perform a year? What types of surgeries are these? Hasn’t anyone investigated this?"

Melvin Mason was about to leap up in frustration, but fortunately, he was relatively sober as he was just a perfusionist.

"Brin, your timing is perfect. You and Dodge can’t let them run wild. Has Li Zehui gone crazy? Are you sure he can still practice medicine normally, and doesn’t need a psychiatrist’s intervention? I can guarantee, this isn’t a case discussion, but a lunatic going on a rant."

The perfusionist’s voice got louder and louder.

The situation temporarily spun out of control, but Professor Li Zehui did not stop it, for it was a free discussion. As long as it was not a personal attack, he could not suppress anyone’s speech. Everyone’s opinion should be respected and protected.

Li Zehui was different from the others. He had seen Yang Ping’s surgery with his own eyes and didn’t miss any detail.

At that time, Yang Ping’s surgical skills were far superior to his own. Besides, Yang Ping readily agreed to come to Saudi Arabia, which Li Zehui believed was not a decision made lightly.

"Are you sure about this? Doctor Yang!"

Li Zehui asked with a flushed face. He believed in Yang Ping, that’s why he invited him. However, this surgical plan was indeed outrageous, which he accepted as such.

Yang Ping understood that releasing such a proposal would surely provoke doubt and cause a stir, as it was too crazy.

However, some things cannot be achieved if one is not a little crazy.

Many of the things he did would indeed be beyond common sense.

He had no choice. In the future, he’d often encounter such doubts. Yang Ping can’t simply give up his decisions because of being doubted.

"The problem should not be big!"

Yang Ping said lightly.

He didn’t pay too much attention to the unruly reactions of the people on the scene. Let them discuss. Discuss as much as they want.

Hmm!

Li Zehui grunted lowly with satisfaction. As long as Yang Ping had given his word, he felt more assured.

Looking at Li Zehui, who seemed a bit anxious about the situation, Yang Ping thought to himself; you’ve brought me here all the way from China, Old Li. You shouldn’t lose control of the situation. This is your field with your people. If I have to step in and take control, that would be inappropriate.

Yang Ping reached for his mineral water and took a leisurely sip, showing no sign of being in a hurry.

Li Zehui was taken aback. In this situation, one would generally be anxious or angry. But Yang Ping seemed rather at ease.

"Dodge, we have to stop this madness. You start, we will follow. We have to clear this matter today."

Having finally understood the situation, Brin urged Dodge to speak up on behalf of everyone.

"Take him down, Dodge!"

Melvin Mason cheered him on.

Many doctors in the audience turned their eyes to Dodge, as if he were their chosen representative.

Dodge also felt that he had the upper hand, it was his time to take the stage. He slowly stood up.

"Dr. Yang, may I ask you a few questions?"

The more confident Dodge became, the more gentlemanlike he seemed. He didn’t need to resolve the problem with yelling.

"Go ahead! Ask what you want!"

Yang Ping was indifferent, signaling him to ask anything, as long as it was a professional question.

"May I ask Dr. Yang, how many heart surgeries do you perform each year?" Dodge asked.

The room grew silent. Everyone thought this was a great question. It’s exactly what needed to be asked.

"Let me think. Not many, and they were all performed alongside scoliosis surgeries as additional procedures," Yang Ping calculated a bit.

Damn it, my Surgical Research Institute has been in operation for only a short while. I didn’t have that many heart surgeries to perform. Besides, I’m not specializing in the heart, what would I do heart surgeries for every day if I had nothing else better to do? That’d be boring.

The crowd gasped as if the trick of a charlatan had been revealed.

Doing a few surgeries a year, and daring to perform such a heart surgery. Are you making a mockery of us doctors? What do you think we are after seven or eight years of training as heart surgeons?

Are you insulting our intelligence?

Many people shot sharp glances at Yang Ping, waiting for his response.

Professor Li Zehui’s face also turned red, but it was unclear whether it was from guilt for putting Yang Ping in a tough spot or from some other reason.

"Dr. Yang, you perform only a few heart surgeries a year, and you dare to do this heart surgery on stage?"

With people looking at him, Dodge shrugged his shoulders as if claiming victory.

The question was really good, there was no logical error, and it was indeed the case. Everyone’s intellect was on point.

If it were not for Li Zehui witnessing Yang Ping perform a surgery firsthand, perhaps Li Zehui would be sitting next to Dodge, asking questions together.

Li Zehui was also in a difficult position. He didn’t know how to answer. With such a high level of surgical skill, it was impossible that he only performed a few operations a year. Either Li Zehui misheard, or Yang Ping misspoke.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Doctor Yang, is there some sort of misunderstanding? Only a few surgeries a year?"

Li Zehui carefully asked.

Yang Ping dismissed it, saying, "Roughly. It’s just about that amount."

Are you kidding at a time like this?

Li Zehui concluded that Yang Ping was responding to Dodge’s provocation in such a humorous way, so he didn’t say anything more.

Anyway, he saw it with his own eyes, there could be no error.

"You still haven’t answered my question?"

Dodge was aggressive, but his tone was calm.

This time, Yang Ping did not directly answer, but instead questioned Dodge, "How many of these mirror man surgeries do you perform in a year?"

Now it was Dodge’s turn to be stumped. After a pause, he replied somewhat embarrassingly, "So far, I’ve only been the chief surgeon for one."

"Do you dare to take the stage for a surgery you’ve never encountered in your life?" Yang Ping asked nonchalantly.

Dodge was now at a loss for words.

But it didn’t seem like there were any logical errors. It all sounded right.

Sophistry, absolute sophistry!

That’s what Dodge cursed to himself.

"Alright, don’t think that I crossed the ocean and came all this way to boast in front of you. I don’t like the climate here at all. It’s too dry. Haven’t you seen me constantly drinking water? This climate isn’t suitable for blowing hot air. To be honest, it’s hard to explain to you in a short time the depth and breadth of my research on this kind of surgery. Has everyone seen the autopsy report of the previous mirror man surgery? Doctor Dodge, do you know why the surgery failed? Why did you step on a landmine with your first step?" Yang Ping didn’t want to get into a pointless discussion with him.

Continuing the argument would be meaningless.

"Why?"

Dodge wanted to know too: what insights did he have?

Dodge’s surgical plan at that time was to proceed in stages, first to remove the tumor and then to correct the deformity with a second operation.

However, the tumor could not be completely removed; only the majority of it was. At least, it no longer obstructed blood flow. Dodge decided to quit the operation and let the heart resume circulation. But this heart never restarted; it permanently stopped beating, regardless of all measures taken.

"In this case of failure, the distribution of the sinus node and conduction bundle in the heart had already been displaced. The deformity wasn’t just what you saw on the surface, but hid deep in the anatomy. You cut open the heart and, in the process of removing the tumor, destroyed the sinus node, severing the conduction bundle!"

Yang Ping pointed out incisively and decisively, holding the autopsy report that Marshall gave him; it didn’t mention this.

Dodge sat stunned, "How did you know?"

Yang Ping flipped through the complete medical record attached to the autopsy report, "Didn’t you notice his ECG? Here’s a brand new electrocardiographic waveform. Not just you, many doctors lack the ability to interpret this ECG, because it was an abnormal heart. The established knowledge for interpreting ECGs would not apply. From this ECG, you could infer that the position of his sinus node and his conduction bundle had already deviated from our normal anatomy. They needed to be relocated. This was not our mistake, but rather his was beyond the scope of our current knowledge. Can we do a diagram?"

Was the electronic screen capable of drawing with an electronic pen, or could it be done on a connected computer?

Professor Li Zehui nodded and said yes.

"Let me give it a try!"

Yang Ping started drawing on the screen. Soon, an image of a heart was presented on the screen.

"See? We have to understand it before we can repair it. How to understand it? Using all the examination results to reconstruct the true anatomy. This is the real face of it. Here is the position of the normal sinus node. I’m curious to know, do any of us understand how closely the heart’s electrical activity is linked to the structure of its electrical excitation? That is, how can we judge the distribution of the entire electrical excitation and conduction system based on the heart’s electrical activity? If someone can answer this question, I can explain the following points." Yang Ping pointed to the drawing on the screen.

The whole audience was sweating. What kind of knowledge was this? Not even a postdoctoral researcher specializing in cardiac anatomy could likely answer.

Looking at the heart, Dodge felt that if it really was as depicted, some issues that he has been unable to understand seemed to have an answer.

But how could it be? He was a doctor in orthopedics. How was it possible that a young orthopedic surgeon from China would know more about the heart than him?

Arrogance and prejudice can blind a person and take away their due reasoning. They can make a person be led by emotions.

"Doctor Dodge, does your research involve this? My previous question?"

Dodge looked confused. If he really knew, he wouldn’t have made the mistake you mentioned.

"Brin, it’s your turn."

Dodge sat down, temporarily ceasing the battle, but he didn’t intend to accept all this.

"Ahem! Ahem! I have a bit of laryngitis lately. It’s really uncomfortable and I can’t speak." Brin coughed a few times and touched his throat. He looked rather tormented.

What do you mean? Push me to the front while you hide behind? Just a moment ago, weren’t you the one with the strong voice?

"Melvin Mason?"

"Look, I’m not used to the local food and water. I’ve had diarrhea for several days, and I need to go out for a bit."

Touching his stomach, Melvin Mason simply left.

Yang Ping stood in the middle, sweeping his gaze across the crowd, "Does anyone here know?"

Everyone instinctively dodged his gaze, afraid to be called upon. It seemed like this guy knew everything.

"What about you?"

Yang Ping pointed to a man with an Asian face who looked like he might be from South Korea.

"No, this, that, fellow-townsman, we’re from the same place, I’m from China, yes, China."

He thought Yang Ping’s question was retaliation for his earlier criticism.

"What about you?"

Yang Ping pointed to a white man.

Scratching his head, the man said, "Fellow-townsman, I was very serious just now. I really want to hear what you have to say."