On the monitoring screen, the red heart-shaped symbol flashes one after another.
Fatty Liang immediately started intensive treatment, and various resuscitation drugs were injected to support Fujiwara Tanio's fragile heart.
This time is different from surgery. If these drugs are used during surgery, it will be counterproductive.
The basic skills that Fatty had practiced so hard were on full display at this time. His hands were like juggling, picking up all kinds of medicines at his fingertips, opening bottles, withdrawing medicines, and pushing them in from the indwelling infusion tubes. His movements were smooth and done in one go, without the need for a Japanese anesthesiologist or doctor.
The nurse helps.
On the operating table, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang observed under the microscope for fifteen minutes, but there was no bleeding.
The conditions for closing the incision were met, so I asked Yang Ping for instructions if the incision could be closed.
"Flush, close!"
Yang Ping is very confident.
Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang irrigated the surgical area, and then closed the incision in layers.
When the incision was completely closed, the heart rate stabilized at 70 beats/min, and no arrhythmia occurred.
Masao Fujiwara couldn't adapt to the dramatic turn. His heartbeat had stopped just now, but it recovered on its own twelve minutes later, and his vital signs are now stable.
Everything is like waking up from a dream.
Miyuki's body was still trembling. Masao Fujiwara comforted his sister: "It's okay. Look, uncle is fine!"
Miyuki looked at the fluctuating electrocardiogram and stable vital signs, and couldn't believe her eyes.
That's right, the operation is over and the uncle on the operating table is still alive.
Meixue turned her gaze to Yang Ping, her eyes extremely complex, and she worshiped Yang Ping in her heart just like a mortal would worship a god.
The Japanese anesthesiologist stared at Fatty Liang’s hanging trousers, exposing almost half of his calf.
This way of wearing cropped pants is really cool, especially when you sit next to the anesthesia machine with your legs crossed, you look so cool.
This is the posture an anesthesiologist should have.
The Japanese anesthesiologist thought that he would dress like this in the future and cross his legs like this.
When Takahashi was in China, he was used to seeing Yang Ping perform miracles, and now it seemed that time and space were out of whack.
Calm down!
Takahashi repeated these two words to himself repeatedly, and he stood beside him, never daring to sit down.
"Sit down and rest!" Yang Ping sat on a stool and talked to Gao Qiao.
Even if there is a stool, Takahashi insists on standing next to it.
"Dr. Yang, I want to ask, did you know that the patient's heart stopped beating? Did you also know that he would be revived?"
Yang Ping was stunned. I'm afraid everyone wants to ask this question now, including Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang.
"Of course---"
In an instant, everyone present was turned to stone, including Masao Fujiwara.
Yang Ping knew that this situation would happen from beginning to end, so he did not stop the operation and did not panic.
How did he predict such an extremely low-probability event? And then face it calmly.
Has his analysis of the disease reached this level? Has his understanding of the anatomy and physiology of the human body reached this level?
From the location, size, adjacency of the tumor, and the surgical procedure, we can predict whether cardiac arrest or resumption of cardiac arrest similar to Lazarus syndrome will occur during surgery.
What's even more terrifying is that he actually predicted the precise re-jump time.
There is only one explanation. There is a technical system behind him that is more advanced than the supercomputer at Dongda University, and the simulation of surgery is more advanced.
Fujiwara Masao thinks so, and Komori, Matsui and others all think so.
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In the conference hall, everyone suddenly seemed to be in a dream.
A moment of silence leads to boiling.
In particular, doctors who participated in the Orthopedic Traumatology Academic Conference of Sanbo Hospital were once again deeply shocked.
"Dr. Yang, it's done again!"
Lao Cheng waved his arm and shouted.
When he raised his arm, he heard a crisp sound, and Lao Cheng's palms felt numb.
What's going on with his grandma?
Lao Cheng turned his head and looked to the side, his jaw almost dropped in surprise.
The Japanese professor sitting next to Lao Cheng covered half of his face and looked at Lao Cheng pitifully.
Could it be that when I was waving my arms just now, I was so excited that I slapped someone big in the face?
"Calm down!"
Judging from Huang Jiacai's surprised look, Lao Cheng was almost certain that things were just as he imagined.
"This---this---I'm sorry! An accident, purely an accident!"
Lao Cheng smiled.
The Japanese let go of his hand, half of his face was swollen, and there were light bruises on it.
"Calm, unexpected, unexpected!"
While Lao Cheng was still in a daze, Huang Jiacai hurriedly helped to explain to the Japanese so as not to cause international disputes.
At the same time, he rolled his eyes and realized that the escape routes in the entire hall could be easily used as tools. He knew them clearly, and he was even ready to seize a notebook next to him as a weapon.
But no matter how you look at it, the Japanese don’t seem to be in a fighting posture.
In fact, the Japanese professor was very angry and wanted to rush forward and punch and kick him.
But considering that this person is the chief surgeon and chef, I can only break my front teeth and swallow it.
They also want to invite Dr. Yang, the successful surgeon, to work together to find loopholes in the surgical simulation model.
If there is a conflict with his chef, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to handle.
The chef is someone with whom we are relatively close, and we must not offend him when we ask for help.
The occurrence of such fatal loopholes indicates that there is a fundamental error in the entire model, so the loopholes must be dug out.
Moreover, they judged that Yang Ping must be supported by advanced surgical simulation technology, otherwise he would not be able to succeed.
"It's a small thing, it's just a little bruise on the flesh. It would be fine if you have ice cubes to apply on it."
The curly-haired professor brought the Japanese's forbearance to the extreme. He suppressed his anger, smiled, pretended to be relaxed, and spoke flatteringly in half-life Chinese, mixed with some English.
The tone was almost humble, and then he covered half of his face and bowed.
"Ice cubes, yes, ice cubes, get some ice cubes." Lao Cheng was stunned by the Japanese's politeness again.
"Little things, small things, let's make friends--Mr. Chef! Do you have a business card? This is my business card, Fujisawa Yamatomohiro, professor at the University of Tokyo."
The curly-haired professor touched the business card with one hand, handed it over with both hands, and then withdrew one hand to cover half of his face.
Lao Cheng put away his business card and was about to hand it to Curly Fa, but when he thought about it, the name on the card was not chef.
So he said: "Sorry, as a chef, I rarely socialize, so I don't have a business card. My last name is Cheng."
"Mr. Cheng! Hello, hello, ouch!"
The curly-haired professor shook hands and asked for the phone, as if he had forgotten the injury on his face.
"I deserve a beating, damn it. Just now I was so awesome and coaxed, my eyes were as wide as a bull's eye, now I'm beaten, and now I'm so gentle, like a spring breeze, nodding and bowing!" Old Cheng thought to himself.
Lao Cheng really wants to go up and give him another slap. Will the harder he slaps, the more respectful the other party will be?
A few more slaps? Will you call yourself daddy immediately?
In the end, Lao Cheng gave up the idea and shook hands with the curly-haired professor.
Huang Jiacai, a professor of the Digital Human Project at Dongda University, was very interested. He immediately took the business card and shook hands with the curly-haired professor: "Nice to meet you, we have a similar project."
Huang Jiacai is planning to invest in digital human projects for the research and development of medical devices.
The digital people at Tokyo University are considered to be among the world's top technologists, so it would be nice to have the opportunity to visit them.
The digital human project in China is actually developing well. The digital human project of Nandu Medical University was once the world leader, but that was only the stage of visualizing human numbers.
The development of "digital human" is divided into four stages: "digital visible human", "digital physical human", "digital physiological human" and "digital intelligent human."
A digital physiological human, that is, a three-dimensional human body created in a computer, can not only simulate anatomical structures, but also physiological functions.
At present, only the digital humans in the United States have entered the physiological human stage. Unexpectedly, the silent Todai of Japan has also entered the physiological human stage.
Previously, it had no reputation, and it was even thought that Japan did not conduct research on digital humans.
Huang Jia was able to see the attitude of the Japanese. They clearly wanted to establish some kind of cooperation with Yang Ping and help dig out loopholes.
Yang Ping's surgery was successful and overturned their model. This is no small matter, it is a fundamental denial of their model.
"Who are you?"
The curly-haired professor nodded and bowed.
"Dr. Yang's driver!"
Huang Jiacai made up his identity smoothly. The chefs were already here, so it was not out of the ordinary for the driver to follow him.
"Oh! Hello, hello."
The curly-haired professor immediately shook hands enthusiastically as if he had found a treasure, and several other professors from Tokyo University also followed up to shake hands.
The driver and the chef are all close people. It is really unexpected that Dr. Yang has two close people sitting next to him.
Maybe we can get some inside information from them, such as whether Dr. Yang is involved in digital human research and whether he has similar computer simulation technology to support him.
"Please sit down and talk."
The curly-haired professor is very polite.
"Professor Fujisawa has a distinguished reputation in the field of digital humans, and everyone knows it!" Huang Jiacai complimented him.
The curly-haired professor was elated and gave a thumbs up: "Thank you, thank you, your digital human technology is what it is!"
"Compared to Professor Tengze, we have just started." Huang Jiacai shook his head.
Sure enough, they have powerful digital simulation technology to support them. Otherwise, how could they possibly perform such an operation? If it is true, it is probably not a little bit more advanced than their own technology.
Several professors from Dongda University were divided into two groups. One group chatted with Huang Jiacai and Lao Cheng to inquire about some news.
Another group has communicated with Sasaki, hoping that Tokyo University Hospital will come forward to invite Dr. Yang’s team to visit the Digital Human Project and establish cooperation.
Professor Sasaki was assigned by Masao Fujiwara to be responsible for hosting doctors from all over the world in the conference hall.
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"Is the operation over? Are you alive?"
Professor Liang had not yet adapted to this reversal, and Professor Qin was also stunned. Professor Su took out the mineral water and took a slow sip.
"Look at the monitoring data, the vital signs are stable."
"After stopping for 12 minutes and resurrecting, I wonder if there will be brain death or brain dysfunction?" Professor Qin was quite worried.
Professor Su was not in a hurry: "We'll see about it later."
With this kind of surgery, even if you live for a few days after the operation, no matter how bad your brain function is, it will still be a huge improvement and a zero breakthrough.
A large wave of foreign doctors gathered around Professor Su. Everyone knew that Professor Su was running for the next president of the Asia-Pacific Orthopedic Association, and Dr. Yang was brought to the meeting by Professor Su.
Naturally, everyone gathered around Professor Su, hoping to establish some kind of relationship with China.
Some people even expressed their support for Professor Su’s candidacy on the spot and were willing to cast a vote.
Several doctors who supported Masao Fujiwara rushed over and shook hands with Professor Su, hoping to get some valuable information.
People always have preconceived thinking habits. Originally, the scientific research results of Professor Su and Fujiwara Masao were comparable and they were considered to be at the same level.
Now, in the eyes of these doctors, Professor Su has a higher technical level.
Some doctors even took out the proceedings of the conference and read them again, picking out the papers of the Chinese representatives and reading them again.
Professor Liang was quite excited when he saw this scene.
