Surgery Godfather - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Chapter 0059: There is no fastest, only faster

Director Han pulled him to a secluded place, “What’s the deal with you knowing Li Jingshu?”

Yang Ping thought it was something serious, “She’s just the female reporter from the press conference, the first one who asked questions, the one with glasses, instigating everyone else to ask strange questions. If it wasn’t for her, other reporters wouldn’t have been so bold!”

“Oh! I see. If it’s like that, it’s fine.” Director Han seemed thoughtful.

He had some vague recollection, but couldn’t quite pin it down. It was no big deal, as long as their relationship was straightforward.

Director Han was overthinking it. He mistakenly thought that this guy had some complicated romantic history with Li Jingshu. He didn’t know why he had come up with such an odd idea. Looking back on it now, he thought he was being absurd.

Now was a critical time for the department’s development. The unity of the team was most important. There should be no problems with his key staff, even if there were personal romantic issues, they must be taken care of and shouldn’t interfere with work.

Indeed, he was overthinking. How could the Mayor’s daughter have a thing for this guy? It was an unlikely occurrence.

“There’s no problem, right? Director?” Yang Ping thought Director Han was acting a bit strange, appearing frankly quite confused.

Director Han said, “No problem, I was just asking. Let’s go to the operating room. It looks like the ER has admitted two severed finger cases that have already been sent to the operating room. How come there are severed finger cases at this time, aren’t they usually at noon or in the evening?”

Usually, the severed finger emergencies were brought in from the surrounding factories, especially from hardware factories. Such accidents usually happen during overtime shifts in the afternoon or evening when workers are fatigued and not focused. At around eight or nine in the morning, when people are energetic and clear-minded, accidents involving severed fingers rarely occur.

Song Zimo had already gone to the operating room, and Director Han and Yang Ping hurriedly followed.

Director Han took a graduate student and a standardized training student to perform the surgery, allowing Yang Ping and Song Zimo to do the finger reattachment surgeries. An emergency operating room had been freed up, so they could perform the two surgeries simultaneously.

Simultaneous surgeries? Song Zimo was rubbing his hands with anticipation. After training for so long, it was time to showcase his results. The two patients, one with a severed index finger and the other a little finger, were theoretically on the same level.

Yang Ping paired up with Little Five, and Song Zimo paired up with Zhang Lin, both starting the surgeries simultaneously.

After washing, sterilizing, setting up, debriding, fixing the bone fractures, moving the microscope into position, and bringing out the micro-instruments, everything was simple.

The vascular anastomosis of 0.05 millimeters was done as quickly as suturing the skin. In Song Zimo’s eyes, reattaching an adult’s single digit was no different from doing a minor debridement and suturing operation.

If there weren’t complications like vascular crisis, he felt like performing it directly in the emergency room would be more convenient, saving the trouble of occupying a hospital bed. The previous mishap was a case in a hundred years, a premature baby, with brittle blood vessels. If that case were presented to him now, he would breeze through it.

Locate the blood vessels, nerves, and tendons, and then stitch them together, one by one.

After about forty minutes, he was done.

Finished?

Finished!

Song Zimo, light as a feather, took off his surgical gown, flicked his sleeve, and did not leave behind a trace of worry.

Unlike a fingertip replantation where only one artery and one vein are connected, the formal connection of two arteries and four veins in less than forty minutes is a feat not many can achieve nationwide.

Song Zimo didn’t know where he ranked nationwide, but he felt that defeating Yang Ping today wouldn’t be a problem.

“I don’t understand what these orthopedic surgeons are doing, completing a severed finger surgery in forty minutes?” The patrolling nurse watched Song Zimo lazily walk out of the operating room’s automatic door and murmured quietly.

He wandered over to Yang Ping’s operating room and peered through the small glass window. Sure enough, he was just starting to bandage, meaning that he was minutes ahead.

Although there’s a difference in the thickness of the blood vessels between the little finger and the index finger, among top surgeons, this difference doesn’t impact the speed at all.

The automatic door opened, and Song Zimo leaned against the doorway, the feeling of reclaiming his throne was excellent, Yang Ping could indeed be defeated.

“So, can’t find the blood vessels?” Song Zimo asked lazily, the undertone being: You are behind.

Yang Ping, after finishing the bandage: “It’s fine.”

Su Yixuan tidied up the instruments, while the patrolling nurse tidied up the drapes, “Young Master Song has finished as well? Why are there so many severed fingers today? There have been three surgeries already.”

Hearing this, Song Zimo asked, “Three surgeries, is there another one? When is it coming up?”

The patrolling nurse said, “Well, Dr. Yang just did two, you did one, doesn’t that make three?”

Song Zimo was instantly bombarded by a force capable of obliterating a planet.

Such terror!

Yang Ping! Didn’t he have a limit?

Leaning against the wall to rest, Yang Ping closed his eyes to rejuvenate and entered the system space. The progress bar for his task had already crossed the halfway mark. It seemed that the completion of the side task was imminent.

He opened the system’s library and gathered all books related to manual bone setting, including Professor Zhang’s, and put them all on the bookshelf. He wanted to find any gaps in his skillset and complete them; each weakness must be addressed.

He read each book one by one. It was Professor Zhang’s that was the most informative. It wasn’t simply teaching how to reset a bone, but rather, it dissected the process from anatomy, physiology, and biomechanics, elevating the technique from a matter of experience to a scientific theory. The others merely taught straightforward resetting, many of them indistinguishable from each other, knowledge that was also available in textbooks.

Using Professor Zhang’s book as a foundation and supplementing it with the other books, Yang Ping formed a complete theoretical system in his mind. With the theory in place, it was time to practice.

Browsing the system’s store, a training package called “Manual Bone Setting” was found. He looked at it; the smallest packages contained at least twelve thousand case studies.

However, the price was only four thousand points. The serious inversion between the number of cases and the price made him increasingly uncertain about the system’s whims.

What does twelve thousand cases mean? If a doctor resets one case a day, it would take about thirty years.

People with a fear of large numbers would get goosebumps at this figure.

For four thousand points, Yang Ping decisively purchased it!

There were twelve thousand cases, some involving upper limbs, some lower limbs. Lower limb resetting often employs bone traction, while upper limbs generally use human traction. There were three thousand cases involving the humerus, two thousand each for the femur and tibia and fibula, and five thousand for the forearm fractures.

With five thousand cases of manual resetting and the system’s efficiency, he was an existence looking down on the masses.

Yang Ping began intensive training. At first, each case took a long time, and he always failed.

There was a window in the upper right corner of the space that showed a clear stereoscopic image of the limb being tested.

Yang Ping’s operations, the movement of the fracture, the contraction of the muscles, the tension of the ligaments – they could all be seen in the window.

He pondered repeatedly on how to use muscle ligament traction for indirect resetting and how to control the bone fragments directly through skin and muscle with his hands.

Failure! Again, failure, and still failure!

But Yang Ping did not lose heart.

Using knowledge of anatomy, physiology, and biomechanics, he repeatedly thought and felt his hands, and then adjusted according to the image in the window.

When practicing forearm fractures, the system judged him as qualified after a thousand cases; proficient after two thousand; specialized after three thousand; perfect after four thousand. After completing the fifth set of thousand cases, he moved directly into the master level, extremely proficient and exhilarating!

There was never such a thing as a lost art in the world. If others had not mastered it, you could; if others were not proficient, you could be more proficient. That was a lost art!

Coming out of the system space, several more months of experience were added to Yang Ping’s count. He now had no sense of disorientation in switching between time and space and adapted very well.

Sometimes he wondered, what would it feel like to stay there for ten years, would he age?

“No! The time of the system will not have any effect on your physical body.”

The female voice hadn’t answered his question in a long time.

However, Yang Ping was still uneasy. He suddenly remembered Inception, the feeling of being locked in the dream world. How eerie would that be?

The manual bone setting had some effect on skill upgrading, and the limb fracture procedures had risen slightly, about to break through to perfection. Only the surgery for pelvic and acetabular fractures were missing.

“Hey! How many records do you have at most? Just one, give me a number.” Song Zimo asked indignantly.

“There’s no fastest, only faster!” Yang Ping did not open his eyes.

“Damn it! That’s not how you demoralize someone.” Song Zimo flippantly walked away.