Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1009 - 840: Engineering in Surgery

Chapter 1009: Chapter 840: Engineering in Surgery

The junior brother dealt with the surgery on the operating table with ease, which made Director Shi itch to try his hand at surgery again, if the opportunity arose.

Yang Ping paused the surgery to have lunch, and before leaving, he instructed Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang, "Let Director Fang rest, and Song Zimo, you guide Xu Zhiliang to slowly separate the section of the inferior vena cava."

The resection of the inferior vena cava and tumor was the easiest among the eight organs to be removed ex-vivo. To save on surgery time, Yang Ping had Song Zimo continue the operation to complete this step.

Song Zimo understood the professor’s words; without the professor’s nanny-like assistance, it was impossible for Director Fang to handle such surgery. If they still let Director Fang be the chief surgeon, it would definitely be counterproductive and there’d be no way to salvage the situation if things went awry.

Once, a European climbed Mount Everest. He hired a local Nepalese team to assist him. To save trouble, the team carried him directly to the summit of Mount Everest, let him take photos and check in, then declared a successful climb.

Later, the European led a team to climb again, deciding to act alone, believing he did not need the help of the Nepalese. However, they hadn’t even reached the halfway point before the team was unable to progress and fell into a predicament. Had they not been rescued in time, the entire team likely would have been wiped out.

Director Fang was in high spirits and said to Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang, "Shall we continue?"

"Hold on, let me catch my breath," Song Zimo said.

Director Fang attempted to continue the separation on his own but didn’t know where to start. It was like driving a car in a strange and complex city—it had been stress-free with the navigation on, but now with the navigation off, the driver was suddenly lost.

That was how Director Fang felt now, like a driver who had suddenly lost GPS. He didn’t know how to proceed with the tissue scissors, and the mass of stuff in front of him was a complete mystery.

Wasn’t the anatomy clear just a moment ago? Why was it suddenly all a blur? Director Fang was momentarily confused.

"Let’s hurry, and cut out the tumor," Director Fang urged while searching for the scissors, as he rushed Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang.

Big shot, a trial pass has its expiration. You can’t keep enjoying the perks without limits; you have to be decent. It was smooth sailing during the surgery because the professor was guiding you.

People tend to have a significant drop in IQ when they get carried away, just like Director Fang now, feeling dizzy but self-satisfied.

"Song Zimo, come on, give me a hand, and we’ll do this while waiting for Professor Yang," Director Fang had completely lost himself.

"I dare not make a move," Song Zimo said.

"Weren’t you just assisting Professor Yang and doing it well? Don’t be modest, hurry up," Director Fang was insistent.

The surgery felt so thrilling just now, but the thrill was too short-lived. People always yearn for the good times to last longer.

"We’ve already removed the tumor from the liver. Now we need to cut out the one on the pancreas side. I think we should first remove the already resected left hepatic lobe and the tumor. That’ll make it easier to cut out the pancreatic tumor. Let’s get to work!"

With the next steps of the surgery planned, Director Fang was inwardly delighted, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"You can’t cut it off. The professor always advocates for removing tumors in one piece to prevent the spread of tumor cells to the greatest extent possible," Song Zimo vetoed Director Fang’s plan.

"Oh!" Director Fang responded, continuing to plan the surgery.

The pile of organs was now ex-vivo, so there was no need for retraction hooks. Zhang Lin and Little Five had also stepped down from the operating table for a meal. Once Yang Ping returned, they would speed up the surgery together.

"Oh---"

Song Zimo didn’t participate, and Director Fang didn’t dare to act alone. Although he was somewhat headstrong at the moment, he still held to some basic principles.

"Director Fang, how about this? Let me try, and I’ll complete the dissection of the section of the inferior vena cava. This part is relatively easy. After that, you can proceed with separating the pancreatic tumor," Song Zimo suggested.

That sounded good to Director Fang, who readily agreed.

Director Fang and Song Zimo switched places, with Song Zimo taking the lead as the chief surgeon and Director Fang acting as the assistant. They began separating the tumor from the section of the inferior vena cava—relatively easy, but only in comparison.

Director Fang acted as the assistant, and since Song Zimo didn’t dare use the scalpel, he resorted to using tissue scissors to separate. He picked up tissue scissors and toothless clips and started the dissection—lifting tissue, snipping and releasing, separating blood vessels, and ligating them. Song Zimo’s effort climbed one level after another, while Director Fang gradually started to lose his composure, struggling to keep up with the pace and looking quite strained.

Then, one of Director Fang’s graduate students from below said, "Director, there’s a major rescue situation in the ward; the head of inpatient services is looking for you."

The moment Director Fang heard about a major rescue in the department, he immediately put down the surgical instruments. With no more mind for surgery, he hurriedly left the operating table, apologizing while removing his surgical gown, "Dr. Song, I’m sorry, I have to go back to the department."

He then asked the graduate student, "Which bed? Weren’t they all fine during the rounds this morning? How come there’s suddenly a major rescue? Are you sure there’s no mistake?"

"I didn’t ask, and he didn’t elaborate," the graduate student said with a red face.

Director Fang was irritated: "What’s this? Why didn’t you ask for details? Call now and find out."

Angry as he was, rescue situations were not to be delayed. Director Fang hastily took off his surgical gown and threw it into the collection bin, but he was fuming inside. The surgery was going on intensely, and suddenly there was a disruptive emergency. Moreover, the graduate student who took the call couldn’t specify which bed or which patient was involved. If it weren’t for being on someone else’s turf, Director Fang would have started cursing by now.