Surgery Godfather

Chapter 191: Chapter 0182: The Surgery is a Bit Slow

Lin Hao had been observing from the side. He thought that Yang Ping’s surgical procedures were rough. He didn’t use a needle for guidance when making the medial incision, and he didn’t use a guide for the tibial or femoral tunnels.

What nonsense! Lin Hao was growing increasingly frustrated, however, Su Nanchen treated Yang Ping with the respect of a teacher. Surely Yang Ping wasn’t of such low caliber. Lin Hao had considered going to watch Professor Ye’s operation out of curiosity several times, but out of patience, he decided to stay and watch without leaving.

The more he watched, the more puzzled he became. Yang Ping made the tibial and femoral tunnels without a guide, and yet their positions were excellent, even more accurate than those made using a guide repeatedly positioned.

The center of the ligament footprint seemed easy to find with him, just by using a guide needle, the position was just right, right in the center of the footprint.

Lin Hao was no amateur but a professional amongst professionals. Having studied under Doctor Robert at a special orthopedic hospital in New York for three years, he could gauge someone’s skill level by watching a few key steps.

This femoral tunnel was fine, just insert it at the preset point and the outlet just needed to be in the general correct area. However, this tibial tunnel was drilled in from the outside and had to come out from a preset point in the tibial plateau inside the joint. He actually made it manually, the more Lin Hao watched, the more he sweated.

Damn! How can an operation be conducted like this? Even though he was a doctorate holder, he couldn’t help but swear to himself internally.

What did it mean? For instance, imagine a one-meter-thick wall. You draw a point on the front side of the wall and expect a shooter to hit this point from a kilometer away. An expert could do it. It’s at least achievable by a human.

But if you draw a point behind this thick wall, and you want to shoot from the front so the bullet, on exiting the wall, would hit the point at the back, that would be beyond human capability unless you had incredibly good luck.

Others might not have noticed this step, but Lin Hao and Su Nanchen, they would break into a cold sweat seeing this. This was not a human, but a monster specifically birthed for surgeries.

No wonder Su Nanchen was so tense throughout this surgery, constantly reminding everyone to keep up with the speed, actively preparing with two instrument nurses and three doctors, amongst which two were in charge of the tendon operation.

Lin Hao watched the whole process. He started with contempt, gradually became serious, and now stood motionlessly in front of the screen. He felt clogged in his throat, a general sense of discomfort, sometimes having goosebumps and sometimes feeling chilly at the back.

Lucky for him that he didn’t flaunt his views back then, or he would become a laughingstock. He wasn’t as magnanimous as Su Nanchen. He felt fear towards this level of surgical skill and yet, at the same time, a strong sense of jealousy was brewing within him.

Lin Hao glanced at Su Nanchen. Su Nanchen just smiled back as if laughing at Lin Hao: Seems like you’ve finally realized your own ignorance and narrow-mindedness.

Last time, in Li Quan Hospital, he didn’t use a guide to operate the femoral tunnel, but he used a guide for the tibial tunnel. However, this time, he didn’t use a guide for the tibial tunnel either.

Shao Wei and Old Zhou aren’t specialized surgeons, but they’re smart enough to notice something amiss, especially Yang Ping’s flamboyant maneuver with the Kirschner wire to make the tibial tunnel — striking out from preset points.

They originally had plans to visit both rooms, but after witnessing such an operation, they were deeply drawn in, forgetting even about visiting Professor Ye’s surgery.

One instrument nurse was replaced, and another sent in by the head nurse. The young girl had red eyes, probably from being scolded. Both Professor Guan and Chen Ge, have bad tempers.

Yang Ping is sympathetic to nurses because his wife, Xiao Su, is one herself. He can’t stand seeing nurses be mistreated. He immediately said to the head nurse, “Let her come here, we’ll wait for her!”

According to the current situation with the instrument nurse, if she wasn’t given the chance to perform, it would worsen her feelings. However, if she was given the chance to showcase her abilities, she would feel much better.

“Why don’t we continue operating as we wait?” Su Nanchen proposed.

“No problem, we still have time, it won’t delay anything, let’s wait for her!” Yang Ping insisted to Su Nanchen.

The nurse didn’t say anything and lowered her head to go scrub her hands. The head nurse said, “Well, if this is the case, we’ll stick with this plan, thank you, Nanchen?”

Su Nanchen was angry just now, so his tone was not very friendly. Now that he had calmed down, he said, “Not at all, you’re the owner here. To kill or not, it’s all at your discretion, isn’t it?”

The head nurse saw Su Nanchen start joking, she let her anger go, and left with a big smile.

That nurse walked in after washing her hands, looking quite upset, sniffing from time to time. Poor girl, she was scolded but had nowhere to vent her grievances, all she could do was hide her red eyes.

“Xiao Fang, that’s okay. They don’t know how to treat a beauty well, so don’t serve them!” joked Su Nanchen.

“Exactly, you should just serve Young Master Su, who is always gentle and respects women!” Doctor Yao joked.

The nurse, cheered up by the jokes, smiling and joyfully put on the surgical gown and gloves. Seeing everyone waiting for her, she felt respected and appreciated.

“I’m sorry, I kept you all waiting!” The nurse puts on the gloves and starts to work.

“If you hadn’t come, we wouldn’t dare to start, huh?” Su Nanchen joked.

“Okay, let’s get started!” Yang Ping stood up with a smile and continue with the surgery.

Yang Ping deliberately slowed down his pace. After completing the reconstruction of the anterior cruciate ligament, he began the reconstruction of the posterior cruciate ligament. He occasionally told some jokes to Su Nanchen, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Just then, Yang Ping’s mobile phone rang. The patrolling nurse asked, “It’s Little Five, do we answer it?”

They were quite busy with the surgery. Answer the phone? “No!”

The phone rang a few more times. Apparently, Song Zimo was operating, and Little Five was waiting, so he called to ask how long the surgery would take so that he could schedule the patient intake time. Finally, without thinking too much, Yang Ping said, “Tell him, we’re doing it now, and we’ll call him back when we’re finished.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The patrolling nurse picked up the phone and answered fiercely, “We’re in the middle of it now, he’ll call you back when we’re done!”

Suddenly, Yang Ping realized something wasn’t right. The conversation, separated from the context, could easily be misunderstood.

“Whose phone call was that just now?” Yang Ping asked.

The patrolling nurse shook her head, “I didn’t look it closely!”

“Whose call was that again?” Yang Ping noticed that the ringtone was different earlier, but he had been focused on the surgery and didn’t pay much attention.

“SUBABY!” The circulating nurse spelled out the letters one by one.

It was Xiao Su’s, troublesome, but she would understand.

The phones of surgeons were mostly answered by women if their wives were calling, and nine times out of ten, these women were stern. They all shared a common name: circulating nurse.

Yang Ping steadied his mind and continued the surgery.

The posterior horn was the same, not requiring a guide. In about ten minutes, the posterior horn was rebuilt. The posterolateral and posterior medial structures followed. There were no special methods to balance the tension and balance of the ligaments. Instead, the structure was simply rebuilt, and the tension was instantly adjusted. There were no steps to balance each part.

Lin Hao was a little confused about how Yang Ping made the adjustments. Before he knew it, the surgery was over, and even the small incisions were sutured.

Yang Ping checked the knee’s stability – very good. Su Nanchen asked, “Any special instructions?”

“None, normal postoperative care.” Yang Ping put down the knee.

The clock on the wall indicated it was past nine. Yang Ping began undressing from his surgical gown while a circulating nurse immediately stepped up to help. He then picked up his phone from the table.

Su Nanchen checked the stability of the knee again and found it flawless.

Lin Hao was still confused about how the tension and balance were adjusted, but the surgical outcome was excellent. Whether it was the anterior or posterior direction, or internal or external rotation, everything was very stable—the full mark indeed.

Yang Ping placed a call, covering his mouth to muffle his voice, “I was in surgery, the circulating nurse answered–“.

Then he placed another call, “Song Zimo, I’ve just completed the surgery here. It was slightly difficult and took a little longer than usual, but thankfully, it was completed on time. For the patient with multidirectional instability of the shoulder joint, please receive him promptly at ten.”

This kind of surgery was considered difficult? Taking a little more than half an hour to complete and he said it was slow?

The one who performed this operation managed to squeeze in another at home, truly making use of every minute.

Lin Hao was speechless and suddenly felt a distant feeling from Yang Ping, like the gap between a human and an alien.

A few doctors kept visiting, but were caught and severely scolded by the head nurse. Too many people were not allowed to observe the surgery. Besides, allowing people would increase the chances of infection.

“Is it finished already?”

“They haven’t even finished the anterior horn over there!”

“So fast?”

“Yeah, how did he finish so quickly!”

“Brother Yang! Wait for me; I’ll drive you home.” Su Nanchen briefed the post-surgery instructions while hurrying to remove his surgical gown.

“Nanchen, save the video of the surgery for teaching!” Professor Su walked in unnoticed.

When did he come in? Everyone only noticed when he spoke. They had been completely immersed in the surgery and didn’t pay attention to others entering or leaving the room.

“Xiao Yang, your positioning of the femoral and tibial tunnels, both in terms of method and technique, is unique; your adjustment of ligament tension and balance is also effortless.”

Professor Su pondered a bit and said, “How about this, Xiao Yang. Can you give a lecture to us about the reconstruction of multiple knee ligaments when you’re free?”

Yang Ping said, “Professor Su, I’m not able to give lectures, but we can hold discussions and learn from each other when we’re free.”

“Doctor Yang, you don’t have to be modest. We’ll definitely need your help with this lecture.” Su Nanchen removed his surgical gown, ready to escort Yang Ping back.

A doctor hurried in, his gaze scanning the room. Upon seeing Professor Su, he immediately approached and whispered a few words to him, “Professor Ye asked for you?”

The doctor’s face didn’t look good, and upon hearing the news, Professor Su’s relaxed expression also turned serious.

“I’ll go take a look. Nanchen, escort Xiao Yang back.” Professor Su instructed as he left.

Yang Ping and Su Nanchen walked into the changing room, ready to change their clothes.

Su Nanchen received another call from Professor Su: “Is Xiao Yang gone?”

“Not yet, he’s in the changing room!”

“Good, could you bring him to Operating Room 9?”

“Alright!”

“Sorry for the inconvenience. Professor Su asked me to bring you to Operating Room 9?” Su Nanchen sounded apologetic. It was almost half past nine, and Yang Ping still had another operation to perform.

“It’s okay, we won’t be late.” Yang Ping said.