Chinese medicine: from rural hospitals to top three hospitals in Kyoto

Chen Yang's cold and precise voice echoed inside and outside the silent operating room through the internal communication system, like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

Every word seemed to have some kind of unquestionable penetrating power, penetrating the thick glass, penetrating everyone's eardrums, and even penetrating Ishii Ryosuke's anxious heart because of the difficulties in the operation.

Inside the operating room, Ishii Ryosuke's team members paused, their instruments hanging in the air as they stared at each other in bewilderment.

"Extracardiac tube? From below the tricuspid valve septum?" Ishii Ryosuke's assistant repeated this sentence subconsciously, his voice full of surprise and disbelief.

This plan was completely different from the established strategy they had discussed and deliberated on repeatedly before the operation. It was full of unknown risks and challenges. It was like walking on a steep mountain road that no one had ever set foot on.

Ishii Ryosuke himself froze, his fingers gripping the instrument unconsciously tightening until his knuckles turned white. Beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead, flowing down his temples and soaking the edge of his mask.

He stared at the small heart with an intricate structure that looked like a maze. Chen Yang's words were like a bolt of lightning that tore through the night sky, instantly splitting the fog in his mind formed by stubbornness and inertial thinking.

That angle, that path...it's not like he hadn't considered it at all.

But in his opinion, the operating space of that path is extremely limited, the anastomosis technology requirements are extremely high, and the long-term patency of the pipeline is questionable, so he subconsciously excluded it from the preferred option.

However, at this critical moment when the construction of the inner tunnel was repeatedly frustrated, the operation was at a stalemate, and the child's vital signs began to fluctuate slightly, the "alternative route" pointed out by Chen Yang seemed to have become the only visible, guiding lighthouse in the desperate darkness.

"Dr. Ishii..." The anesthesiologist's worried voice sounded again. The parameters on the monitor that began to fluctuate were like alarms, knocking on everyone's heart.

Ishii Ryosuke gritted his teeth, a look of desperate determination flashing in his eyes. He knew that continuing along the same path would be a dead end, with a high probability of failure.

And Chen Yang, the Chinese doctor who showed amazing theoretical depth and forward-looking thinking in the lecture hall, his suggestions were by no means aimless. His calm tone revealed absolute confidence and profound background.

"Prepare the extracardiac tube!" Ishii Ryosuke ordered in a hoarse voice. The voice carried the heaviness of a do-or-die battle, as well as a hint of hope of grabbing a life-saving straw.

There was already an uproar in the observation room, and low voices of discussion surged like a tide.

"Ishii-kun actually...actually accepted the advice of that Chinese guy?"

"It's too risky! They're playing with the patient's life! The use of extracardiac conduits in pediatric heart surgery is already limited, let alone this unheard-of procedure!"

"But... look at what Dr. Ishii is doing..."

On the huge operating screen, Ishii Ryosuke abandoned his previous ideas and began to carefully free the anatomical levels according to Chen Yang's suggestions.

Everyone's heart leaped into their throat, their eyes fixed on the instruments in his hands. As Ishii Ryosuke, with his exquisite skill, carved out a passage that seemed nearly impossible to everyone, every veteran cardiothoracic surgeon held their breath, their eyes filled with shock.

It worked! There actually is a relatively safe and feasible passage!

The subsequent duct anastomosis is an extreme test of the surgeon's microsurgery and psychological quality.

Ishii Ryosuke was fully focused, as if he had concentrated all his energy into his fingertips, striving for perfection in every stitch and every knot, as if he was performing a delicate carving.

During this process, Chen Yang occasionally gave brief reminders through the communication system, such as "The tension is a little high, adjust the traction" and "Pay attention to protecting the septum flesh column", which were accurately located at the most critical points of the operation, always making Ishii Ryosuke suddenly enlightened and avoid possible risks and mistakes in time.

When the extracardiac conduit was finally built, blood flow was restored, ultrasound Doppler confirmed that the connection was unobstructed, and the blood from the left ventricle was successfully pumped into the aorta, a burst of suppressed exclamations and heartfelt admiration rang out almost simultaneously inside and outside the operating room!

"It worked! It actually worked!"

"Incredible... Could it be that Chen Yang from China has mastered the anatomy of the heart to such an extreme level that he can see through every detail?"

"Not only does he understand, but he also has the ability to make on-the-spot decisions and provide precise guidance... It's terrifying. Is he really such a young doctor?"

Ishii Ryosuke slowly took off his gloves, his body trembling slightly due to the long period of concentration and tension.

He looked towards the observation room through the huge glass window with complicated eyes, and finally fixed his gaze on Chen Yang's calm face.

In his eyes, there was a deep sense of relief at having survived, awe at the absolute technical prowess, and even a hint of indescribable frustration at being crushed, as well as heartfelt gratitude. He took a deep breath, as if draining all his strength, and said in a dry voice through the communication system, "Professor Chen, thank you for your guidance."

Chen Yang just nodded slightly, without any smug look on his face, as if he had just done something insignificant and as it should be.

It is this almost indifferent attitude that makes him seem even more unfathomable, giving people a feeling of being looked up to as a towering mountain.

Qu Haoran stood beside Chen Yang, the shock in his heart was like a raging storm, beyond words.

This was the first time that Qu Haoran had felt Chen Yang's level at such a close distance. He never expected that Chen Yang's on-the-spot guidance of specific operations could be so precise and sharp, hitting the core and turning the tide.

What kind of terrifying anatomical knowledge, three-dimensional spatial imagination, and extremely rich surgical experience does this require?

At this moment, Qu Haoran's eyes when he looked at Chen Yang changed completely. The subtle mentality that was originally caused by age and seniority disappeared at this moment, leaving only deep admiration as if he was looking at a teacher.

Although the operation just now was not a neurosurgery, what Chen Yang demonstrated was impressive.

As the youngest genius in the field of psychic powers, Qu Haoran really won't be easily convinced.

He Yonghua and Zhong Dongyang looked at each other calmly, and both saw the same message in each other's eyes: this young Director Chen had far more cards up his sleeve than they had imagined, and they were even more unfathomable.

Yamamoto Ichiro's face was flushed, his excitement evident, as if he had accomplished such an incredible feat himself. He had insisted on inviting Chen Yang, despite all objections. The more Chen Yang demonstrated his ability, the more he proved his unique vision, and the more face he gained.