The Godfather of Surgery

Song Zimo gently touched Yang Ping with his elbow, his eyes full of expectation: "Professor, can you show me how to peel grapes?"

Yang Ping smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll show you how to peel grapes." As soon as he finished speaking, the doctors around him immediately became excited.

In the medical field, whether it is traditional surgery, laparoscopic surgery, or the current robotic surgery, peeling grapes is a common project for training surgical skills.

Yang Ping stood up and walked to the operating table. Unlike the Da Vinci surgical robot, this robot has tactile feedback and is more advanced in technology, so Yang Ping also wanted to try this surgical robot.

The training room of the Institute of Surgery is arranged differently from the real operating room. The surgical robot and the operating table are placed in a spacious room. The doctors around them immediately formed a circle and stared at the operating table.

Yang Ping sat in front of the operating table, skillfully adjusted the machine, and soon began to operate.

The highly precise surgical robot is like an extension of Yang Ping's arm. The robotic arm moves quickly and steadily in the air, as if it has the flexibility of life.

The forceps of the No. 1 robotic arm gently grasped a purple grape, the forceps at the end of the No. 2 robotic arm slightly pressed down the grape skin to create tension on the grape skin, and the end of the No. 3 robotic arm was equipped with scissors, which gently cut a small hole in the grape skin. At this time, the No. 2 robotic arm immediately caught a little edge of the cut grape skin through the small hole, gently lifted it up, and the No. 3 robotic arm began to accurately separate it with sharp scissors.

The three robotic arms did not stop at all, and the coordination was extremely exquisite. They used tiny forces and precise control, and the speed was a bit amazing. The doctors watching were afraid that the grape skin would be torn if they were not careful at this speed.

However, this accident did not happen. Soon, in less than ten seconds, the thin skin was peeled off intact and turned into two hemispheres. The whole process was amazingly smooth. The doctors watching held their breath and watched it all intently, as if they were afraid of missing any details.

However, the surprise was not over yet.

Yang Ping controlled the robotic arm and carefully "stitched" the peeled grape skins back together. The fine stitches were almost invisible, and the grape skins wrapped around the flesh again, as if they had never been peeled off.

"It's amazing!" A doctor couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, and others nodded in agreement.

After completing this series of delicate operations, everyone seemed to be reluctant to leave. Song Zimo suddenly had an idea and took out a piece of paper and put it on the operating table: "Professor, can you fold a paper airplane for fun?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Zimo's fingers holding the pieces of paper just loosened a little, and the robotic arm quickly and accurately took the paper from Song Zimo's hand, with clean and neat movements without any delay.

The paper was spread on the operating table, and three robotic arms began to cooperate in folding paper airplanes. Each fold was just right, and the whole process was obviously different from people folding paper airplanes with their own hands. Soon, the paper airplane was folded out, and the final small airplane had smooth lines and flat wings, just like the most perfect handmade products in childhood.

''Drawing! "

Song Zimo was still not satisfied, and he was about to find another piece of paper.

But the robotic arm had already disassembled the paper airplane and smoothed the creases. Song Zimo quickly handed over his gel pen, which was clamped by the tweezers of the robotic arm. He adjusted the pen posture and began to turn to artistic creation. The outline of the cartoon character was smoothly outlined on the paper. The lines were vivid and three-dimensional. A vivid cartoon image jumped out of the paper, which attracted the admiration of the doctors watching on the side.

Not only that, the robotic arm also demonstrated its ability to write Chinese characters. At the turning point of the pen, Yang Ping's signature appeared in the lower right corner of the picture like flowing water. It has the charm of traditional calligraphy and the precision of modern technology.

Song Zimo silently placed the beads, needles, and threads on the operating table.

Yang Ping began to string the beads. The robotic arm picked up the thread, shaped the thread ends, and then used the thread ends to string the beads directly. Generally, everyone trained In the past, Yang Ping used to use a needle to carry the thread. Now Yang Ping doesn't need a needle at all. He can directly use soft thread to thread the beads, which is extremely difficult.

The mechanical arm holds the thread, exposing a small section, and penetrates accurately and accurately between the colorful beads, weaving a string of exquisite beads.

At this time, the applause that could no longer be held back rang out like thunder.

However, Song Zimo always felt puzzled. He obviously worked very hard, came to the laboratory early every day, left late, and devoted almost all his time to study and training.

But why did Yang Ping always look lazy, and he didn't see how diligently he trained, but his surgical level was always far ahead of himself?

This made him sigh that the gap in talent really could not be eliminated by hard work. Yang Ping had always been standing on the top of the mountain, while Song Zimo felt that even if he tried harder, he could only look up.

"Do you try? "Yang Ping stood up from his seat and stretched his muscles a little.

Song Zimo seemed a little nervous, mainly because the professor's pressure was too strong. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Why are you nervous? I'm not staring at you." Yang Ping said.

Song Zimo turned his head and looked at Yang Ping next to him: "Stay away from me, okay? Your aura is a bit bullying."

Yang Ping had no choice but to walk to the operating table to watch Song Zimo's performance. Song Zimo gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate. The robotic arm began to move. The whole process could be completed, but the movements could not be smooth, let alone accurate. For example, the grape skin moved several times during the suturing process, the paper airplane was not folded so standardly, the drawing and writing could only be said to be improvisation, and the final threading of beads could not be threaded without the help of a needle.

In short, the whole process could be completed smoothly, but there was no aesthetic feeling. Yang Ping's performance just now revealed a sense of mechanical beauty all the time.

"You guys train, I still have something to do."

After Yang Ping taught everyone some training methods and techniques, he left the department and went back to change his son's diaper.

In the surgical robot training room of the Institute of Surgery, everyone went back to rest one after another, and only Song Zimo was the last to leave. He trained until twelve o'clock in the evening before going back to rest. He was always experiencing how the three robotic arms could cooperate perfectly, how to break away from the limitations of the two-arm operation of the human brain, and how to maximize the role of the three robotic arms.

He copied the surgical video of Yang Ping from the robot host and transferred it to his mobile phone. Song Zimo planned to study it whenever he had nothing to do. He must break through his inherent thinking and master the true essence of multi-arm operation.