Surgery Godfather-Chapter 438 - 350 kilometers_2
Chapter 438: Chapter 402 350 kilometers_2
Chapter 438: Chapter 402 350 kilometers_2
“Alright, I’m not going to pursue that matter, is he proficient in joint replacements?” Rongge, intentionally avoiding Robert’s gaze, asked in a rush, changing the subject.
Robert nodded, “He excels in trauma, spine, joint replacement, and arthroscopy surgeries. I’ve observed his joint replacement surgeries. He is absolutely qualified to be your mentor. If you can get his guidance, I guarantee your skills will greatly improve from their current state. However, his standards for accepting students are quite high.”
“Can you introduce me?” Rongge requested.
Robert sneered, “Don’t even think about it. If you want to be his student, look for opportunities and fight for them yourself. It took me a long time to get this opportunity. When I was at Sanbo Hospital, I didn’t even get a chance to step on the platform at first. I only got the chance to step on the platform with Doctor Yang, thanks to the help of a Chinese friend.”
“You could at least help create an opportunity.” Rongge pleaded.
“I can organize that. We can have lunch together later. At tonight’s dinner, I’ll arrange for you to sit closer to him. But whether he will be interested in you or not, I won’t get involved.” Robert did not want to bother Doctor Yang because of Rongge and risk annoying him.
“How long is he going to be in the United States?” Rongge was confident that as long as Robert organized an introduction, things would be straightforward.
“Five days. He will rest on the first day, perform a surgery on the second day, give a lecture on the third day, visit my clinic on the fourth day, make the grand rounds in our department on the fifth day, and return to his country on the sixth day.” Robert counted the days on his fingers.
“Could you invite him to do the rounds in our department, please! Robert, during that rugby match, you tripped me and I fractured my left tibia. I still feel some pain here now.” Rongge, clueless about how to interact with Chinese people, pleaded.
“Don’t bring up that matter. That happened when we were attending Harvard Medical School – it was twenty years ago. I have never heard you complain about the pain before.” Robert laughed and cried at Rongge’s absurd demand.
“That’s because due to our friendship, I decided not to bring it up.”
“I’ll bring up the matter to him tomorrow, but I can’t guarantee that it will work,” Robert conceded.
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“Thank you!”
“No problem. When chatting with him, don’t brag about how great you are or discuss your achievements. All these are worthless to him. Talk about the difficulties you are currently facing to resonate with him. He is most interested in medical challenges and is constantly pondering on these problems.”
They couldn’t delay too long here because Doctor Yang was still resting in the changing room. Robert promptly returned to the changing room with Rongge following him.
“Professor Rongge from the Knee Joint Replacement Center!” Robert introduced Rongge.
Yang Ping shook Rongge’s hand, “A renowned name, the designer of Depuy’s latest generation of knee joint prostheses.”
“We are currently facing a major problem, and we hope Doctor Yang can give us some guidance,” Rongge got straight to the point.
Robert was taken aback by Rongge’s blunt approach, this is not how he advised him to connect with Doctor Yang.
On emerging from the operation, a group of waiting doctors crowded around but Robert pushed them away: “Doctor Yang needs to rest at noon. Everyone will meet in the hospital conference room at 3 o’clock in the afternoon for a Q&A session. Doctor Yang will then answer all of your questions.”
Only then did the crowd disperse reluctantly. They all had many questions they wanted to ask Yang Ping.
When he had a moment, Yang Ping pulled out his phone. John Ansen had sent him a message saying he planned to fly to New York tomorrow.
Yang Ping asked him not to come, explaining that all the doctors were very busy and a telephone greeting would suffice.
John Ansen insisted on coming over and said he had already booked his flight and would arrive by noon.
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Minnesota, Rochester, Mayo Medical Center Neurosurgery, John Ansen’s office.
John Ansen has consistently maintained contact with Yang Ping. His online community’s construction has proceeded smoothly, with the number of members already growing to twelve. However, they are all currently doctors in his department or friends in the industry, all of them neurosurgeons or orthopedic spine surgeons.
Upon learning that Yang Ping had arrived in New York, he was preparing to choose a time to visit him.
“First to go. As you requested, the airplane ticket to New York has been booked for tomorrow morning, 6:08 AM.” Miss Langley was John Ansen’s secretary, and she handled these daily chores.
“Thank you—” John Ansen’s cell phone rang and he glanced at it.
It was a call from Collins, his good friend in Houston, who had contacted him quite frequently lately.
Langley tactfully exited the office and gently closed the door.
“I’m sending you some information, a routine checkup report for Steven. Take a look; things don’t look good. We might need you to come to Houston tomorrow for a discussion.” Collins’ voice contained a hint of urgency.
“No, my plans for tomorrow have been set. I have to visit a very important friend, extremely important. I cannot disappoint him.” John Ansen was quite unhappy.
“Please, can you at least check the report first? It’s also crucial and we need to discuss the next steps in the plan. Your opinion is very important to us.” Collins requested.
“Alright, I’ll check it and contact you again once I’m finished.” John Ansen temporarily hung up the call.
He opened his computer, pulled up the encrypted email, and reviewed the information Collins had sent.
The ECG showed sinus rhythm, bradycardia. His heart rate was only 52 beats per minute. Comparing it to his previously stable rate of 70 beats per minute, his rate had dropped by 18 beats per minute, and it was the first time such a thing had occurred. Apart from the reduced heart rate, the ECG revealed no other problem and neither did his echocardiogram.
Indeed, this was a bad sign. But what did it imply?
As an experienced neurosurgeon, a variety of differential diagnoses flickered through his mind.
To trace it back through these clinical symptoms, a large network of knowledge was compiled in his brain.
A simple reduction in heart rate, which had never occurred before, seemed to be emerging for the first time now. Could it be that some influence had affected the myocardium? Or possibly a problem with the central nervous system?
A nervous nuclear group in the brainstem, or maybe a problem with a connected nerve path?
The sharp intuition cultivated by an expert suddenly made John Ansen shutter.
Indeed, this was a major issue. For a doctor, nothing could be more important than a person’s health and life.
Even if he failed to keep his promise, Doctor Yang, who was also a doctor, would surely understand.
“The situation is very bad. I’ll catch the earliest flight tomorrow. No, I’ll leave tonight.” John Ansen called Collins and informed him concisely.
“Langley, could you check whether there are any flights to Houston available tonight? Yes, it’s an emergency. Cancel tomorrow’s flight to New York.” John Ansen called Langley and urged her to handle it immediately.
After making the call, John Ansen’s heart pounded. He fervently hoped that he was being overly anxious.
He walked over to the window and looked up at the sky outside.
Steven, may God bless this gentleman. He happens to be 350 kilometers above ground right now.
