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

A potential disaster was swiftly averted thanks to the team's seamless cooperation.

The bleeding and lymphatic leakage were brought under control. Everyone in the operating room secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the cold sweat on their backs had not yet dried.

As Smith watched this scene, his tense nerves relaxed slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

His quick thinking and precise execution were textbook examples. His deepest arrogance was shattered at that moment.

This was the first time Han Zhiyuan and the others had witnessed Chen Yang and his team working together up close, and they were all deeply impressed.

No wonder Chen Yang was able to lead his men to conquer so many small-time experts in R country.

Mo Xinzhi remained silent, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable. Chen Yang always had a knack for creating miracles.

With the crisis resolved, the divestiture process continues.

Another hour of meticulous surgery followed, each minute filled with both agony and hope. The critical area of ​​the heart and major blood vessels was finally freed from the constraints of the lymphangioma. Although there was still some bleeding from the wound, the conditions were ripe for heart surgery. At that moment, everyone felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

"Prepare to establish extracorporeal circulation," Chen Yang ordered, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

Everyone's spirits lifted; the most crucial, heart-wrenching part was finally about to begin. Hope beckoned ahead, and a flame reignited in everyone's eyes.

Establishing extracorporeal circulation is equally challenging. Due to changes in anatomical location and the presence of postoperative wounds, the placement of the cannula needs to be extremely precise; even slight deviations can lead to catastrophic consequences.

But with He Yonghua's skillful operation and Chen Yang's guidance, the process was completed without any major incidents. Every step was fraught with danger, and every operation held everyone's attention.

The heart stops beating, and the blood in the body is replaced by an artificial heart-lung machine.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the operating room became even more tense, because everyone knew that the real test was just beginning.

Now, what lies before He Yonghua is Jack's severely malformed heart—Tetralogy of Fallot complicated by pulmonary atresia.

The massive ventricular septal defect, the straddling aorta, the right ventricular hypertrophy, and the closed pulmonary valve create a heartbreaking scene.

This is a top-level, complex radical surgery for congenital heart disease in the field of cardiac surgery. He Yonghua took a deep breath, cleared his mind of all distractions, and devoted himself to the surgery.

He Yonghua's movements were fluid and precise, each step was quite perfect, just like an artist creating a masterpiece.

Chen Yang watched quietly from the side, occasionally offering brief hints at crucial steps, but mostly showing his trust in He Yonghua. This trust was like a warm current, supporting He Yonghua in completing every delicate operation.

Inside the observation room, the experts watched intently. Smith and Stevenson, both experts in the field, could tell that He Yonghua's skills had reached world-class levels. His operations were clean and efficient, and his understanding of cardiac anatomy was extremely profound.

“This Dr. He is highly skilled,” Smith couldn’t help but whisper to Stevenson, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"I heard he performed several complex congenital heart surgeries in R country before, it seems the rumors are true." Stevenson nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with admiration.

The heart surgery lasted for more than four hours, and every minute was a test of both physical and mental strength.

As the last stitch was completed, the heart-lung machine gradually reduced the flow rate, and Jack's heart, under everyone's gaze, began to tremble slightly before resuming a strong, regular, spontaneous beating!

Repeated transesophageal ultrasound confirmed that the ventricular septal defect was completely repaired, the outflow tract was patent, the prosthetic vascular graft was functioning well, and there was no significant reflux or obstruction. The result was even better than expected!

"Correction of heart defect successful!"

He Yonghua's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and exhaustion, but also with joy.

Everyone in the observation room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Inspect the lymphangioma dissection wound, completely stop the bleeding, and treat any remaining tumor tissue." He calmly issued subsequent instructions without the slightest slackening.

Zhong Dongyang stepped forward again, carefully examining the wound. He electrocoagulated the few bleeding points and injected sclerosing agents into the small, deep lesions that could not be completely removed, hoping they would shrink further after the surgery. His movements remained cautious, because carelessness when victory is in sight is often the most fatal.

When the last dressing was applied, Jack was successfully weaned off extracorporeal circulation and transferred to the intensive care unit with stable vital signs. This marathon surgery, which lasted more than twelve hours, was finally declared a complete success!

"Surgery successful!"

Inside the observation room, both domestic experts and the Mayo Clinic's observation team couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

As Chen Yang and the others walked out of the operating room, Smith walked up to Chen Yang, his eyes filled with complex emotions: shock, admiration, and a hint of barely perceptible shame.

"Director Chen."

He reached out and grasped Chen Yang's hands tightly, his tone more sincere than ever before: "Please accept my sincerest respect!"

"Today, Stevenson, Mayo, and I witnessed a miracle! You and your team truly deserve the title of world-class!"

Stevenson smiled and hugged Chen Yang, saying, "Chen, you've proven once again that the boundaries of medicine can be constantly broken! Congratulations!"

Although exhausted, Chen Yang was in good spirits. He humbly replied, "It's the result of the team's joint efforts, and I'm also grateful for Mayo's trust. The next stage of recovery is equally crucial."

"Xiao Chen, congratulations to you both," Mo Xinzhi said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo."

Chen Yang said, "I didn't expect you to come."

"After all, it's such a surgery, so I came to take a look."

Mo Xinzhi smiled and said, "Both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine treat illnesses and save lives, and you have performed very well in this regard."

"Director Chen, the cafeteria has prepared food. You're all tired, so go eat first and then get some rest," Gao Anliang said with a smile.

"Yes, let Director Chen and the others go eat first and get some rest," the others said with smiles.

After having dinner at the cafeteria, most of Chen Yang's group went back to rest, but Chen Yang returned to his office, where he was certain he would be on duty that night.

"Director Chen, why don't you take a nap?"

Gao Anliang looked at Chen Yang with concern: "I'll keep an eye on things outside. I'll call you anytime if anything happens."

In Gao Anliang's eyes, although Chen Yang was the head of the medical center and a pillar of the center, he was still just a child.

At just over thirty years old, she has taken on so many responsibilities.

"Okay, I'm going to take a nap first."

Chen Yang nodded, went into the office's break room, and fell asleep fully clothed, quickly drifting off to sleep.