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

"Director Chen."

In Chen Yang's office, Gao Anliang and Chen Yang were drinking tea and talking.

"It seems Smith has been persuaded," Gao Anliang said with a smile.

"But they can't come up with a better solution right now."

Chen Yang said, "So the pressure on our side is also very high."

"Yes."

Gao Anliang said, "If we succeed, we can silence all doubts; if we fail..."

"It's not that serious."

Chen Yang smiled and asked, "Have you paid attention to the people I told you to watch out for?"

After the registration deadline for the last medical competition, Chen Yang glanced at the registration information and saw a familiar name, so he gave Gao Anliang a list and asked Gao Anliang to pay special attention to it.

“I’ve paid special attention to it; several people on the list you gave me have signed up,” Gao Anliang said.

"That's good. Keep an eye on it," Chen Yang instructed.

Chen Yang gave Gao Anliang a list of about a dozen people. Some of them were relatively young doctors on the list of famous doctors, similar to Gao Anliang, and some were ranked high on the list of promising doctors, but Chen Yang had not met them before.

With the system, Chen Yang was able to clearly know some of the geniuses and masters in the medical field.

This national medical competition aims to promote traditional Chinese medicine and enhance its influence, while also expanding the staff of the medical center.

.......

Meanwhile, Stevenson and Smith were also discussing the patient's condition.

"John, what do you think?"

Smith put down his tablet, rubbed his temples, and asked Stevenson, who was standing next to him.

Stevenson, holding his coffee, stood by the window looking at the night view of Kyoto: "David, to be honest, before coming here, I thought the plan was too risky, just like you. But after these two days of contact, my opinion has changed."

Stevenson turned around and looked at Smith seriously: "Chen Yang is not a person who can be judged by common sense."

"He has already created too many miracles in New York and Tokyo. His way of thinking often gets straight to the heart of the problem. This solution may seem unconventional, but upon careful consideration, it is indeed the optimal solution for this specific case, and may even be the only solution."

"But what about the success rate?"

Smith said in a deep voice, "Their own assessment is no more than fifty percent. This means there's a 50% chance the child won't survive the surgery."

“At Mayo, we assess a success rate of no more than 30 percent, or even lower.”

Stevenson calmly pointed out, "Otherwise, we wouldn't be seeking external cooperation."

“David, admit it, this is one of the most challenging cases we’ve ever encountered. Conventional methods have failed. Chen Yang’s approach is the only visible path in the darkness, even though it’s fraught with thorns.”

Smith remained silent.

He knew Stevenson was telling the truth; Mayo Clinic was at its wits' end with this case, and the referral here was a desperate attempt.

"And have you noticed their team?"

Stevenson continued, "That He has profound knowledge of cardiac anatomy; that Zhong has a unique understanding of blood vessels and lymphatic vessels; that Qu's interventional procedures are as steady as a machine..."

"More importantly, they all unconditionally trust and obey Chen Yang's command. This kind of cohesion and execution is rare even at Mayo Clinic. This in itself is an important guarantee of success."

Smith recalled the focused and trusting looks in the eyes of the other members when Chen Yang spoke in the meeting room, and couldn't help but nod.

Although He Yonghua, Zhong Dongyang, and Qu Haoran are not yet at the level of top international experts, doctors who are at the level of Zhong Dongyang and the other two are generally very proud and do not easily submit to others.

Chen Yang, however, can gain everyone's trust and make them act according to his will. In other words, Chen Yang is the brain, able to flexibly command the limbs. This kind of teamwork ability is inherently very strong.

Both Mayo and Cleveland value teamwork highly, and they understand this very well.

"And that young TCM doctor, Wen."

Stevenson smiled. "Although he seems unconventional, the light in his eyes when he explains the theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine is undeniable. We may not fully understand Traditional Chinese Medicine, but perhaps it really can bring some unexpected positive effects."

The next morning, Smith found Chen Yang. His expression was still serious, but his eyes held a new determination.

"Director Chen, I had an in-depth discussion with Professor Stevenson and the child's parents."

Smith said slowly, "We have decided to accept your center's treatment plan and perform surgery on Jack."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Thank you for your trust and that of the child's parents. We will do our best to help."

"I hope I can go into the operating room to observe."

Smith made a request; he wanted to witness this high-risk surgery that was destined to go down in history.

Chen Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, but you need to abide by our operating room regulations and, at critical moments, you must not interfere with the surgical team's decisions and operations."

“I understand,” Smith solemnly promised.

The surgery was scheduled for three days later.

For the past three days, Kyoto International Medical Center has been in a state of intense preparation.

The hybrid operating room was repeatedly checked and tested, and all possible instruments, consumables, and medicines were prepared.

He Yonghua, Zhong Dongyang, and Qu Haoran led their respective teams in repeated surgical simulations and training exercises.

Wen Haodong and Xun Jiahong focused their efforts on preparing the child, Jack, for surgery.

They tried a combination of herbal decoctions, acupuncture, and medicinal cuisine. Perhaps feeling a glimmer of hope, or perhaps the traditional Chinese medicine was truly working, Jack's mental state and appetite improved somewhat, which boosted his parents' confidence even further.

Having somehow gotten wind of the news, Yamamoto Ichiro made a special international call, his voice filled with amazement and an excited sense of pride: "Mr. Chen, you are truly amazing! Even Mayo had to ask you for help! I knew that following you would allow me to witness history!"

Chen Yang gave a few brief replies and then hung up the phone.

Since returning from Japan, Yamamoto Ichiro has made many phone calls.

As the surgery draws near, it has attracted considerable attention from the medical community across the country and even the world.

This first in-depth collaboration between Mayo Clinic and Kyoto International Medical Center, tackling such a highly challenging case, is of great significance.

If successful, Kyoto International Medical Center's international standing will be firmly established; if it fails, its previously accumulated reputation will inevitably be damaged.

But Chen Yang remained calm.

As he said before, healing the sick and saving lives is all that matters, as long as one has a clear conscience. There is pressure, but more so is the excitement and focus of facing challenges.