godfather of surgery

Chapter 475 Five hundred and five

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

It was nine o'clock in the evening when the plane landed.

After coming out of the airport, everyone put on warm clothes one after another.

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

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

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

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

Takahashi and Teacher Tang also held a sign and stood at the exit. The sign was written "Welcome Dr. Yang Ping" in beautiful regular script calligraphy. Compared with other casually written words or printed words, it was completely different.

Takahashi had already communicated with the reception staff of the Affiliated Hospital of Dongdae University in advance, and Yang Ping would be 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.

Although winter night, there are still many people at the airport.

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

Yang Ping bid farewell 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 you. It's fine."

"Don't drink, pay attention to safety, go to bed early at night, and gather at the Affiliated Hospital of Dongda University tomorrow." Professor Su called Yang Ping and Su Nanchen to stop, and told them.

The two were like birds out of the cage, very happy.

On the plane, with those professors, to be honest, it is impossible to be unrestrained. After all, there is a generation gap, and they are all from the teacher's generation.

There are no young people who are relaxed and unrestrained together.

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

It was Fumiya Takahashi, an international trauma orthopedics expert, who came to pick him up at the airport. Looking at his demeanor, he was very respectful to 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 an affectation on the scene, and the title of Mr. is also a title that juniors respect their elders. Usually, Takahashi can only call Fujiwara Masao, Professor Ikeda, etc. Man for Mr.

Takahashi was wearing a suit and tie, and when he bowed, his hands were close to the seams of his trousers, and his body was bent at almost ninety 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 be casual."

Yang Ping is very straightforward, and Takahashi is also considered a good friend, so there is nothing polite about it.

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

The set meal on the plane is really not tasty, and the energy is not enough, so it will definitely not work without extra meals at night.

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

"A Ph.D student in molecular biology at the University of Tokyo, Tang Shun, just call me Xiao Tang!" Teacher Tang stretched out his hand.

About the same age as Yang Ping, he looks very energetic, and his eyes look very clever.

Yang Ping, Su Nanchen and Lao Cheng, led by Takahashi, took a commercial vehicle from Narita Airport to a hotel in Edogawa District, Tokyo.

Edogawa District is considered a suburb of Tokyo and is adjacent to Chiba Prefecture.

Scattered villas can be seen along the way. The location of the hotel is relatively hidden, and it is a traditional Japanese-style villa.

There are some lanterns hanging in front of the villa with the words "Jihu House" written on it.

The wooden plaque on the gate also says "Jihuju". These words are all in traditional Chinese characters, and there are no Japanese pseudonyms.

Behind the villa is a large pond, probably called a lake, and a wooden corridor leads to a pavilion in the center of the pond.

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

At the door, a lady about fifty years old, wearing a kimono, bowed and greeted everyone, and led everyone into the hall with a smile.

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

The air conditioner inside turned on the heater, and once inside, Yang Ping felt much warmer.

There is no ducted heating in Tokyo, and the cold in winter depends on the air conditioning and heating of each house, and some even use oil stoves and kotatsu.

It's the first time I came to Japan, and I feel that Yangping's temperament here is more reserved and petty.

The owner of this restaurant is a family of chefs. Since the end of Edo, the culinary 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 will come here to taste it privately.

Therefore, in this unremarkable country restaurant, guests do not have a certain status and cannot get reservations.

In the living room, two beautiful women in kimonos in their early thirties greeted everyone to take their seats. They were probably waiters.

When Takahashi made an appointment, the boss heard that Yang Ping was the best surgeon and Takahashi's teacher, so he readily agreed to make an appointment.

In Japan, teachers and doctors are most respected.

"Dr. Yang came all the way from China to treat diseases and save people. He has the merits of a saint."

The proprietress spoke very well.

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

Takahashi had never seen Yang Ping speak Japanese, so he thought he didn't understand, so he translated it for Yang Ping.

"The sage will be flattered, we just do our job well." Yang Ping said modestly.

Then, the proprietress spoke for a long time, and Takahashi translated it to everyone: "Jihuju on the signboard is all Chinese characters. My ancestors traveled to many places in the late Edo period to learn cooking skills. They once went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang in China. , learned culinary skills from a Chinese master, returned to Japan after learning, and opened Jihuju in Tokyo. Up to now, the address of the restaurant has changed many times, but the signboard has never changed.”

The waiter stepped on small steps, moving lightly and nimbly, and spread all kinds of snacks on the table.

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

"Kobe beef steak is grilled over charcoal. During the grilling process, only salt and pepper are put. It tastes better when eaten with plantain sauce. The sauce is secretly made by Natsume's family."

“Snapper sashimi——”

"---"

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

When all the dishes were served, the chef came out. His snow-white chef uniform was clean and tidy. With a shy smile, he bowed to everyone: "Welcome Dr. Yang, I'm not good at cooking, please forgive me!"

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

"This is the famous Mr. Natsume. He learned cooking from his parents since he was a child. Now he is 60 years old and has been studying cooking for more than [-] years. People call him a magician of taste buds." Takahashi said.

"I've won the prize, I would like to offer a toast to everyone."

The proprietress brought a cup of tea at the right time, and Mr. Natsume toasted.

After serving the tea, Mr. Natsume bowed his head and exited the restaurant: "I won't disturb your meal, take it easy."

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

Yang Ping is in awe of this career pursuit.

For any profession, as long as you experience the fun and pursue it tirelessly, you can realize your self-worth.

This may be the spirit of craftsmanship.

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

Everything wants to take shortcuts, and all want to achieve their goals through counterfeiting.

The glitz fades away, and the truth will be found again in the end.

Look at those century-old brands in various industries, such as Tongrentang, Yunnan Baiyao, Moutai, Quanjude, etc., have not been passed down as usual.

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

To put it bluntly, ancient Chinese ceramics are just playing with mud, playing with mud to an unprecedented height and earning a lot of money. It took Europe 400 years to successfully imitate it.

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

While eating, chat again.

Yang Ping, Su Nanchen, Boss Cheng, and Gao Qiao chatted happily, and naturally they talked about Ning Yu's condition.

"Dr. Yang, the difficulty of this operation is even more difficult than that of Professor Feng!"

Takahashi was worried. After all, there is a limit to human ability, and he knows where the limit of a surgeon is.

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

"Our hospital, Juntendo Hospital, and several other hospitals in Japan have consulted together, but we have not been able to come up with a suitable plan. We have also connected with Professor Johannessen of Mayo. He has more ideas, but he dare not A challenge means that the success rate is very low." Takahashi frowned.

"Johannesson?" Yang Ping just asked, without going on.

"Yes, he is Mitsui's teacher. Mitsui is a young professor who is proficient in spinal and intracranial surgery and is the 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. It is crystal clear, like pearls.

Johannesson once had an in-depth discussion of the cases with Yang Ping, not only the case of Ning Yu, but also the case of Fujiwara Hisaku.

Of course, Johannesson withdrew the patient's name and other information, and Yang Ping read Fujiwara Hisaku's medical records in the system space.

"That's right, the location of the small tumor is more difficult than Professor Feng's in this case. The instrument can locate the tumor, but it has no subjective flexibility and cannot help us design a unique approach. Artificial intelligence may help us, but the premise It needs to master a lot of anatomical knowledge and surgical experience of the brain stem, unfortunately, it is useless to feed all the surgeries in the world to it.”

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

When I was in the Department of Lunology, I saw cases in the neurosurgery department. Because I ate raw food, there were many parasites in my head, and there was a shadow at that time.

"Then what do we do?"

Takahashi obviously placed his position on Yang Ping's side.

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

These words are easy to say, but in practice, I am afraid that even a top neurosurgeon may not be able to research such an approach that meets the requirements throughout his life.

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

As long as you have in-depth contact with Yang Ping, you will understand that Yang Ping must not be judged according to ordinary people's thinking.

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

"Do you have paper and pen?"

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

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

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

In theory, this approach is very superior, but in practice, it is very difficult.

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

It's easy to say this sentence, but it's not enough to put your life into practice.

This kind of tortuous approach walks through the gaps of the nuclei throughout the whole process, and several sections almost pass 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 be cut into more than 500 slices, some things are the limit for you, but for another person, it may just be the starting line. "

The proprietress refills the tea again and again, while comforting Gao Qiao.

Boss Cheng picked up a piece of sashimi, which was almost transparent and as thin as a cicada's wing. Looking at it under the light, it was surprisingly even, every piece was like this.

This kind of knife skill is really amazing.

"It's really good knife skills! Is it the first knife in Japan?" 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 for a long time for a fish of this weight. , it has always been [-] pieces, and today it has been successfully increased by one piece, reaching [-] pieces."

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

(End of this chapter)