Surgery Godfather

Morris saw his daughter's skull being opened and the brainstem exposed, and he couldn't help but feel tense, as if his heart was clenched in his hand.

He stared at the screen, clenching his fists, trying to keep his breathing steady.

At this moment, his daughters' lives were hanging on the tip of the surgeon's knife, and as a family member, it was the first time he felt the sacredness of being a surgeon, a feeling that was unforgettable.

It was as if every cut the doctor made was on his own heart, with each incision tightening his heart involuntarily.

The most critical step of the surgery began, the brainstem was exposed, and now they had to cut it and separate it in half. This step was crucial, any mistake could cause irreversible cardiac and respiratory arrest.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the screen, because they all knew the success or failure of the surgery depended on this step, and any slight error could stop the patient's heartbeat and breathing.

The anatomy of their conjoined brainstem was no longer standard, as it was equivalent to two underdeveloped brainstems fused together, with nerve nuclei crisscrossed and mingled, not a simple midline cut, which was why no doctor had been able to perform this surgery.

No one could figure out how to cut it, how the surgical knife should proceed.

"You don't need to be so tense, the chief surgeon is none other than Professor Yang, you can totally relax a bit," John Ansen comforted Morris.

But Morris couldn't relax at all, "The one lying on the operating table is my daughter."

"You're a surgeon, cutting patients open every day, how can you be so nervous?" John Ansen asked Morris, puzzled.

Morris replied, "It's different, being a doctor and being a family member are two completely different things, two different mindsets, you can't understand how I'm feeling now."

At this time, the chief surgeon switched from the regular surgical knife to the laser surgical knife, as he planned to use the laser knife to separate the brainstem.

The familiar laser surgical knife, John Ansen would never forget this model of the laser knife, it was in Shanghai that such a laser knife left a deep impression on him.

That was during Professor Feng Tiancheng's brainstem tumor excision in Shanghai, it was such a laser knife that showed John Ansen the world's most advanced surgery.

The precision of the laser knife far surpassed that of a regular surgical knife, making it extremely suitable for this type of brainstem surgery.

The laser knife traced a shallow curve on the surface of the brainstem, with the interface for cutting the brainstem being a complex curved surface, inconsistent with the surface curve, winding intricately through gaps between one nerve nucleus after another.

They noticed a very unusual issue, up to this point, the entire surgical picture was remarkably clean, with virtually no trace of blood, a hemostasis technique unparalleled in the world, something John Ansen felt he could never achieve.

At this stage of the surgery, many had already noticed some distinct differences.

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At this moment within Johns Hopkins Hospital, the furious Neurosurgery Department Director, Dr. Raymond, finally calmed down, deciding to watch the entire surgery.

Because throughout the surgical process, no bleeding was seen, the chief surgeon's surgical hemostasis technique was both rapid and precise, his bipolar electrocoagulation always catching the bleeding point before the blood had a chance to emerge, applying extremely precise and reliable coagulation.

Achieving such a level of hemostasis was only possible if the chief surgeon possessed a highly developed sense of anticipation, able to predict which blood vessels would bleed, including small arteries and veins.

To achieve such anticipation, it's easier said than done, arguably impossible in reality, as no one possesses such skilled anatomical knowledge and extensive surgical experience.

Merely having extremely skilled anatomical knowledge and extensive surgical experience is not enough; an exceptionally strong spatial imagination is also required, allowing the transformation of the anatomical understanding of the surgical targets in the brain into precise actions by the hand.

Raymond was no longer incessantly critical, no longer clamoring to criticize the chief surgeon.

"See, this highly advanced hemostasis technique, there won't be a second person in the world capable of it, even given thirty more years, we wouldn't be able to do it, that's a gap that can't be shortened by diligence alone," Massimo had already noticed the change in Raymond's expression beside him.

From disdain, contempt, and anger, it had turned into surprise, confusion, and disbelief.

This was expected by Massimo, for he himself had been through such a process, every surgeon who had not seen Professor Yang perform surgery would go through this process.

Now the entire conference, from being noisy had become extremely quiet.

At the start of the surgery, because of Raymond's preconceived assessment of the surgery, many doctors began to underestimate Professor Yang's operation, so many didn't watch carefully and were whispering privately, with some even discussing the latest stock market rises and falls.

But as they occasionally glanced up, someone suddenly noticed the surgical image was a bit different, but couldn't quite remember what was different for a moment.

Oh, they realized the surgical field was lacking one thing, which was the bright red blood, as the head is rich in blood circulation, how could there be no bleeding, unless the surgery was being performed on a "corpse."

Yet clearly the voices of the young girls' conversation were heard, or perhaps this was deliberately done by the chief surgeon to allow observers to freely assess the patient's state of consciousness.