The Godfather of Surgery

Narita Airport is located in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture, Japan, more than 60 kilometers away from the center of Tokyo.

When the plane landed, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

When they came out of the airport, everyone put on warm clothes.

Lao Cheng immediately opened the bag, took out the windbreaker and put it on Yang Ping, but he couldn't care about it at all.

Yang Ping didn't feel cold: "You better put it on yourself, I'm fine."

Yang Ping likes to exercise and insists on running in the morning. His physical fitness is very good, and his ability to resist cold is naturally very strong.

The staff responsible for the reception of the conference at the Affiliated Hospital of East University are already waiting at the exit.

Takahashi and Teacher Tang also held a sign and stood at the exit. The sign was written in beautiful regular script and calligraphy, and said "Welcome to Dr. Yang Ping". Compared with other casually written or printed words, it was not at the same level.

Gaoqiao had communicated with the reception staff of the Affiliated Hospital of Dongda University in advance, and Yang Ping was received by him alone.

Lao Cheng was not among the participants, so it didn't matter who received him, as long as he followed Yang Ping.

Even in winter nights, there are still many people at the airport.

At the exit, more than a dozen doctors gathered, and Sunan Chen counted the number of people, and no one was left behind.

Yang Ping said goodbye to Professor Su and was about to walk towards Gaoqiao. Professor Su asked Su Nanchen to go with Yang Ping: "You can go too, I'll be with everyone, it's alright."

"Don't drink, pay attention to safety, rest early in the evening, and gather at the East University Affiliated Hospital tomorrow." Professor Su stopped Yang Ping and Su Nanchen and instructed.

The two were like birds out of their cages, very happy.

On the plane, with those professors, to be honest, it is impossible to be free from restraint. After all, there is a generation gap, and they are all teachers.

How can young people be relaxed and unfettered together.

The other young doctors were very envious of them. When they came to Tokyo, they were picked up by friends and could act alone.

It was Fumiya Takahashi, an international trauma and orthopaedic expert who came to pick up the plane. Seeing his demeanor, he respected Yang Ping.

Takahashi bowed and was very excited: "Welcome to Tokyo, sir!"

It can be seen that this kind of politeness is sincere and from the heart, not contrived on the scene, and the title of Mr. is also a title that juniors respect their elders. Usually, Takahashi only addresses Fujiwara Masao, Professor Ikeda, etc. Human Mr.

Takahashi was dressed in a suit and tie, and when he bowed, his hands were pressed against the seams of his trousers, and his body was bent almost 90 degrees.

The windbreaker in his hand was originally prepared for Yang Ping, but Yang Ping had enough clothes on him, so he had to keep it in his hand.

"You're welcome, just take it easy."

Yang Ping is very straightforward, and Takahashi is also a good friend, so there is no politeness.

"Hungry, we'll go back to Tokyo immediately, the meals have been arranged."

The set meal on the plane is really bad, and the energy is not enough. It is definitely not possible to not add a meal at night.

"This is the translator I asked for, Mr. Tang Shun." Takahashi introduced Mr. Tang.

"Tokyo University Molecular Biology PhD student, Tang Shun, just call me Xiao Tang!" This teacher Tang held out his hand.

He is about the same age as Yang Ping, looks very energetic, and looks very clever with his eyes.

Under the leadership of Takahashi, Yang Ping, Su Nanchen and Lao Cheng took a commercial vehicle from Narita Airport to a hotel in Tokyo's Edogawa district.

Edogawa Ward, a suburb of Tokyo, is adjacent to Chiba Prefecture.

Along the way, you can see sparse villas. The location of the hotel is relatively hidden. It is a traditional Japanese villa.

There are some lanterns hanging in front of the villa with the words "Jihuya" written on them.

The wooden plaque on the gate also reads "Jihuju". These characters are all traditional Chinese characters, and there is no Japanese pseudonym.

Behind the villa is a large pond, presumably the so-called lake, with a wooden corridor leading to a pavilion in the middle of the pond.

According to Gaoqiao, this restaurant is equivalent to a private kitchen in China. It is not open to the public and only accepts reservations from members.

A lady in her fifties at the door, dressed in a kimono, bowed to greet her, and led everyone into the hall with a smile.

According to Takahashi, this is the wife of the restaurant owner, Mr. Natsume.

The air conditioner inside turned on the heating, and as soon as he entered, Yang Pingping felt much warmer.

There is no ducted heating in Tokyo. In winter, you rely on each house's air-conditioning heating to keep out the cold. Some also use oil stoves and kotatsu.

The first time I came to Japan, Yang Ping felt that the temperament here tends to be restrained and petite.

The owner of this restaurant is a family of chefs. Since the end of the Edo era, the cooking skills have been passed down from generation to generation and have been continuously improved until now.

The signature dish, sea bream sashimi, is a must in Tokyo, and many political and business people come here to taste it in private.

Therefore, in this humble country hotel, the guests do not have a certain status and cannot get an appointment.

In the hall, two beautiful kimono women in their early thirties greeted everyone to take a seat. They were probably waiters.

At that time, when Takahashi made an appointment, the boss heard that Yang Ping was the best surgeon, Takahashi's teacher, and readily agreed to make an appointment.

In Japan, teachers and doctors are the most respected.

"Dr. Yang has traveled thousands of miles from China to treat and save people. He has the merit of a saint."

The lady boss speaks very well.

Yang Ping has studied in the system space for a long time, and his Japanese is not bad, he can understand it completely, but he prefers to use Chinese.

Takahashi had never seen Yang Ping speak Japanese and thought he did not understand, so he translated it to Yang Ping.

"The sage just passed the prize, we just do our duty." Yang Ping said modestly.

Then, the proprietress spoke for a long time, and Takahashi translated it for everyone: "The Jihuju on the signboard is all Chinese characters. The ancestors lived in the last years of Edo, traveled to many places to learn cooking, and have been to the area of ​​Jiangsu and Zhejiang in China. , I went to a Chinese master to learn cooking, and after returning to Japan, I opened Jihu Residence in Tokyo. Today, the address of the hotel has changed many times, but this sign has never changed."

The waiter took small steps, moved lightly and swiftly, and spread all kinds of snacks on the table.

Light snow began to fall sparsely outside the house, and the lanterns emitted a yellowish light, and the scenery was exquisite and charming.

"Kobe steak is grilled with charcoal. Only salt and pepper are used during the grilling process. Eat it with plantain sauce, which tastes better. The sauce is secretly made by Natsume's family."

"Snapper sashimi—"

"---"

The waiter brings the dishes one by one, and each dish is like a work of art.

When all the dishes were brought out, the chef came out. The snow-white chef clothes were clean and tidy. With a shy smile, he bowed to everyone: "Welcome to Dr. Yang, my cooking skills are not good, please forgive me!"

The Chinese is a bit stiff, but I can understand the meaning.

"This is the famous Mr. Natsume. He followed his parents to learn cooking since he was a child. Now he is 60 years old. He has been studying cooking for more than 50 years. People call him the taste bud magician." Takahashi said.

"I've passed the prize, I'll give you a toast."

The proprietress handed over a cup of tea at the right time, and Mr. Natsume raised it.

After toasting the tea, Mr. Natsume bowed his head and exited the restaurant: "Don't disturb your meal, take your time."

A craft has been passed down for more than 100 years, and Mr. Natsume has studied it for 50 years.

This pursuit of career makes Yang Ping awe-inspiring.

Any career, as long as you experience the fun and pursue it tirelessly, you can realize your self-worth.

Perhaps this is the spirit of craftsmanship.

In fact, the craftsman spirit of the Chinese is no worse than that of Japan, and even Japanese teachers, but in this impetuous era, everyone has lost their self.

Everything wants to take shortcuts, and wants to achieve their goals through fraud.

The vanity fades, and eventually the truth will be found again.

Look at the century-old brands from all walks of life, Tongrentang, Yunnan Baiyao, Maotai, Quanjude, etc., they are not still passed down.

These brands condensed the wisdom and hard work of the ancestors in those days, and each of them is the most perfect boutique.

The ancient Chinese ceramics, to put it bluntly, are playing with mud, playing with mud to an unprecedented height and earning white money. It took Europe four hundred years to imitate it successfully.

Not to mention ancient projects such as Dujiangyan, Zhaozhou Bridge, the Great Wall, and the Grand Canal.

Chat while eating.

Yang Ping, Su Nanchen, Boss Cheng, and Gao Qiao had a great conversation, and naturally they talked about Ning Yu's condition.

"Dr. Yang, this operation is more difficult than Professor Feng!"

Takahashi was very worried. After all, there are limits to human abilities, and he knew exactly where the limits of surgeons were.

Even if Yang Ping's anatomy is superb and his knife skills are perfect, but if the two small tumors cannot be found and completely removed, the operation will be of little significance, and there will be many dangers during the operation.

"Our hospital has consulted with Shuntian Hospital and several other hospitals in Japan, and we have been unable to come up with a suitable plan. We have also contacted Professor Johannesson from Mayo. He has more ideas, but he does not dare to A challenge means that the success rate is very low." Takahashi frowned.

"Johanneson?" Yang Ping just asked and didn't say any more.

"Yes, he is Mitsui's teacher. Mitsui is a young professor who is proficient in spinal and intracranial surgery, and a future star of Japanese neurosurgery." Takahashi took a bowl of rice and handed it to Yang Ping.

The taste of this rice is really good, and the appearance is very good, I have never seen such rice, crystal clear, like grains of pearls.

Johanneson and Yang Ping had an in-depth discussion of the case, not only the case of Ning Yu, but also the case of Fujiwara Hisaku.

Of course, Johanneson withheld information such as the patient's name, and Yang Ping himself consulted Fujiwara Hisakusaku's case in the system space.

"Yes, in this case, the location of the small tumor is more difficult than Professor Feng. The instrument can locate the location of the tumor, but it has no subjective flexibility and cannot help us design a unique approach. Artificial intelligence may be able to help us, but the premise is It is because it needs to master a lot of anatomical knowledge and surgical experience in the brainstem, but unfortunately, it is useless to feed all of this type of surgery in the world at present."

Yang Ping finished eating a few pieces of steak. Because the sashimi was raw food, Yang Ping was not used to eating raw food, so he never touched it.

When I was in the Department of Wheelology, I saw a case in the neurosurgery department. Because of eating raw food, a lot of parasites grew in my head. At that time, there was a shadow.

"Then what do we do?"

Takahashi obviously put his stance on Yang Ping's side.

"Don't worry too much, I spent a lot of time researching this case and finding an approach, it can successfully avoid the dangerous part and reach the tumor, but the approach is a bit complicated."

These few words are easy to say, but to do, I am afraid that a top neurosurgeon may not be able to develop such a path that meets the requirements in his life.

But from Yang Ping's mouth, Takahashi couldn't doubt that in his impression, Yang Ping was a person who kept creating miracles.

As long as you get in touch with Yang Ping, you will understand that it is absolutely impossible to speculate on Yang Ping according to ordinary people's thinking.

Einstein's theory of relativity, it is said that only two and a half people can understand it, but it does not hinder its advanced nature.

"Do you have paper and pen?"

Takahashi immediately instructed the waiter next to him to fetch paper and pen.

Yang Ping drew a drawing on the paper: "Look, these nerve nuclei are like islands and reefs. This is the surgical approach, that is, the safe route. This is our goal - the tumor."

Takahashi took the paper, and after reading it, he couldn't help sweating on his back.

In theory, this approach is very superior, but it is very difficult to implement.

It's like surfing in the most dangerous waters in the world - you see, the biggest wave is going to come over, you just dash over it.

This sentence is very easy to say, but it is not enough to do it.

In this tortuous approach, the whole process wandered in the gaps between the nuclei, and some sections were almost passed through the nerve nuclei.

"How is it possible?"

Takahashi kept staring at the drawings.

"Takahashi-kun, don't worry, just like our Natsume, a three-kilogram fish can cut out more than 500 pieces, some things are the limit for you, for another person, maybe it's just the starting line ."

The proprietress comforted Takahashi while refilling tea.

Boss Cheng picked up a piece of sashimi, almost transparent, as thin as a cicada's wings, and looked at it under the light, and it was actually very uniform, every piece was like this.

This knife is really good.

"It's really good swordsmanship! Is it Japan's first sword?" Boss Cheng praised.

"I don't know where I rank. I just keep surpassing myself. Today's me surpasses yesterday's me; tomorrow's me surpasses today's me. This is the meaning of life. I haven't broken through this weight of fish for a long time. , has always been five hundred and four, and today I successfully improved one to five hundred and five."

Boss Natsume came out of the kitchen and served a bowl of soup to warm up after a meal.