Surgery Godfather

"Thank you!"

John Ansen was very happy to receive affirmation.

Actually, Yang Ping was just speaking casually. Sometimes when Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang asked him questions, after finally figuring it out, Yang Ping would jokingly say this.

John Ansen had also heard the professor use this phrase to praise others. Although he did not fully understand the meaning of this ancient phrase, he knew it was complimentary, which made him very happy.

"But why couldn't we think of these? If we consulted with geneticists and embryologists, would we achieve a breakthrough? Could we use this method to find the distribution of the brain stem's nerve nuclei?" After being praised, John Ansen's mind was very active, and questions kept coming up.

"I just mentioned, you lack knowledge in this area, so you wouldn't think of using this knowledge to solve problems. It's like if you don't have knowledge of vectors in mathematics, you wouldn't even conceive of using vectors to solve problems, let alone asking others? Because you simply don't know that vector knowledge could solve this problem." Yang Ping explained to them.

It makes sense when you think about it; without knowledge in that area, how would you think to use it to solve problems?

"Even if you have a little bit of knowledge and think of using it to solve the problem, then go to geneticists and embryologists, you will eventually be unable to come up with a solution together, because your research in those areas is not deep, and those experts lack clinical surgical knowledge. Even if you can, it will take a long time." Yang Ping added.

John Ansen nodded; this lesson gave him a lot of insight. As a surgeon, to solve complex problems, having only knowledge within one's professional field is far from enough. That would mean doing repetitive work every day, but you need a solid foundation of knowledge.

In the operating room, during the break after surgery, it was the perfect time to give everyone a lesson, which didn't take much time, just ten minutes or so.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang had other surgeries, and the chief surgeons from the other two operating rooms came and said that anesthesia for the next surgery was ready, and they could start.

Everyone dispersed to continue with other surgeries; the recent surgery on the conjoined twins was just one of the many surgeries done every day.

"Finish the remaining surgeries; I'll go to the laboratory. The lab's been quite busy recently."

Now, Yang Ping mainly worked in the laboratory, spending less time on the clinical side. When he went to the lab, John Ansen followed behind.

The researchers in the Stem Cell Laboratory were very happy to hear about the successful surgery because they contributed to its success. The cloned skin and muscle played a significant role in the surgery.

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After the surgery ended, doctors worldwide were still savoring the experience. So many top experts, after evaluating and re-evaluating, believed the surgery couldn't be done. Yet when Yang Ping was scheduled to be the chief surgeon, these people, without understanding the facts, even stirred up a wave of public opinion against it.

But now, Yang Ping completed the surgery effortlessly—it seemed so simple it was unbelievable.

The doctors who were previously clamoring are now utterly embarrassed.

After the surgery, Raymond sat in his chair for a long time, unable to get up. How ridiculous he was—almost missing one of the world's top surgeries today. The surgical fundamentals, the thought process, the entire structure of the surgery… This surgery demonstrated everything he could think of related to surgery vividly.

It was like a living textbook.

Yet there were many aspects of the surgery he couldn't figure out, like how exactly they found the distribution of the brain stem's nerve nuclei. He had used some advanced equipment like functional MRI to search, but just couldn't distinguish the true attribution of these nerve nuclei.

He still hadn't figured out this problem.

"Massimo, you said he's an amateur neurosurgeon?"

"That's right; he usually does neurosurgery only occasionally. He used to do more orthopedic surgeries and now doesn't even do that. His focus is mainly on research now."

Massimo's words were a heavy blow to Raymond. Although Massimo had mentioned it before, it never struck him as hard as it did now.

An amateur surgeon, who occasionally does neurosurgery, managed to surpass him, even though he is a Nobel Prize winner. This kind of gap is quite a blow, especially to one's confidence.

"Actually, you don't need to be unhappy. I'm worse off than you; Professor Yang seldom performs interventional procedures, yet his surgeries are better than mine. There's something in the world called talent. You can't do anything about it, just like how you studied math all your life and still can't compare to Gauss when he was a student." Massimo comforted Raymond.

"I wish I could run to China right now to apologize to Professor Yang and learn brain stem surgery from him. I was among those who criticized him before." Raymond said sheepishly.

Massimo chuckled and said, "Better improve your Chinese first. I've always wanted to go, but I can't learn Chinese well. It's a shame; I never thought Chinese would be so important, but I just can't learn it well. In that group chat of theirs, the conversations are all in Chinese. Every day, I have to use translation software to barely keep up. If it weren't for my effort, they would've kicked me out of the group long ago."

It's unexpected that the proud Massimo, this interventional genius, had such an experience—truly unfortunate.

"Those Chinese characters are so troublesome, like a picture. I always can't remember them, and some I remember and then forget. My dream is to one day master Chinese and go to China for further studies."