The Godfather of Surgery

The Digital Human project of the University of Tokyo has been developing for more than 40 years.

The digital human built using supercomputers can be said to be the world's top analog technology.

Digital humans are widely used in the medical field, such as pharmaceuticals. The platform's dedicated drug experiment model can be used to simulate human experiments on drugs by using digital humans. This simulation can be obtained in just a few hours for several years, or even more than ten years. The data that can only be obtained in years of real experiments has greatly increased the speed of drug development.

The main source of funding behind this laboratory is the Fujiwara family.

After Fujiwara Taniyu fell ill, professors at Todai University used the technology to conduct various simulations.

In the previous simulation results, there was only a ten percent chance of success, and the successful cases appeared later in the simulation.

Putting this conclusion into reality requires doctors to accumulate thousands of operations to achieve this 10% success rate.

Now that Fujiwara Tani's condition has changed, he simulated it again, 10,000 times, but none of them were successful.

At the Forest Hongo Hotel, when Fujiwara Gusheng saw Yang Ping, he gave Yang Ping a written document with a heavy expression, which had been translated into Chinese.

This data is the conclusion of the supercomputer simulation of surgery at the University of Tokyo.

Dr. Yang, this is a surgical report simulated by a supercomputer at the University of Tokyo using a digital human. I hope it can give you some help.

Whatever the outcome, Masao Fujiwara has no plans to change his plans.

Because the supercomputer has also simulated, if there is no surgery, the death of tumor bleeding within 24 hours, the probability of 90%, 100% mortality within 72 hours.

So, whether surgery or not, there is no escape.

Active surgery is also an effort.

Yang Ping just flipped through the report and closed it.

Let's operate at 8 o'clock in the evening. This thing is meaningless. Digital humans cannot simulate real people, and the case model built by digital humans is even more distorted.

Yang Ping didn't want to bother to see these things anymore.

Masao Fujiwara thought that Yang Ping would give up the operation when he saw this, but he didn't seem to have any reaction to the report, not even a little bit of turbulence.

Dr. Yang, the supercomputer has simulated 10,000 times, and the patient's outcome is death.

Takahashi felt that Yang Ping would be best to take a look, at least to provide some reference for the operation.

Yang Ping waved his hand: This broken machine is useless.

What he invested in billions of dollars to make was called a useless broken machine.

Fujiwara Masao was confused by Yang Ping.

Yang Ping didn't mean to ridicule this thing, but he did so many operations in the system space, and he already knew many things in his heart, and he only believed in himself. I really don't want to waste time to pay attention to these, I just want to rest quietly, recharge my energy, and concentrate on the operation in one go.

Yang Ping's attitude, Fujiwara Masao is not easy to say, since Dr. Yang is the chief knife, and he is entangled in this matter, he seems a little distrustful of people.

Then Dr. Yang has a good rest, and the patient will be sent to the operating room on time at eight o'clock.

Masao Fujiwara hurriedly bid farewell to Yang Ping and rushed to the intensive care unit.

The doctor's office has gathered a lot of people, including Ito, Ikeda, Komori, Matsui and others.

How is it, what did Dr. Yang say?

Masao Fujiwara shook his head: He said, the operation is still as planned.

You didn't show him the report?

Look, he said that the simulation of this broken machine has no reference value.

Masao Fujiwara had to tell the truth.

Professor Ito was confused: Does he really say that?

The original words are indeed like this. The plan remains unchanged, and the operation will still start at 8:00! The simulation of conservative treatment is also very clear. There is a 90% probability of death within 24 hours, and a 100% probability of death within 72 hours. Go all out. Bar.

Originally, Ito had been inclined to support surgery, and he had no doubts about Yang Ping's surgical ability now, but it is really unbelievable for Fujiwara Gusheng's current condition.

With Dr. Yang's knowledge and ability, he wouldn't be reckless with the consequences and force the operation. What's the reason?

Even if there are absolute contraindications to surgery, the supercomputer simulates surgery and 100% death.

Any doctor in the world, seeing this result, would definitely give up.

But he was indifferent and continued the operation.

Is it just to accumulate surgical experience?

Now that Masao Fujiwara has made a decision, Ito can't say anything.

Did he mention a way to stop the bleeding?

The coagulation factor will continue to be replenished after the operation, and the blood coagulation function can be slowly restored within 5-7 days after the operation, but I can't wait now, and I can't wait overnight, let alone 5-7 days.

Professor Fujiwara of the dignified East University Hospital was dizzy by Yang Ping. He couldn't think of why Yang Ping looked so sure even if he broke his head.

Obviously impossible!

What a headache.

I'll go out, you wait a moment.

Masao Fujiwara went to communicate with his younger brother before the operation, while Mitsui and Komori stayed to accompany professors Ito and Ikeda.

Tonight, any of them, not planning to rest, must observe the whole operation.

Masao Fujiwara saw his younger brother in the family rest room in the intensive care unit.

How about it?

Fujiwara Chiao was very anxious.

Masao Fujiwara handed the thick report to his younger brother: Simulation by the supercomputer of Dongda Hospital, the intraoperative mortality rate is 100%——

Fujiwara Chiao was very disappointed: What about conservative treatment?

90 percent chance of death within 24 hours, 100 percent chance of death within 72 hours.

Fujiwara Toshio took a deep breath.

The elders of the family agreed not to interfere with the medical plan. What should we do now? I will listen to you. You are a doctor.

Fujiwara Chiao leaned back in his chair, his eyes blank.

This is the end, we have no choice. Let's do surgery. Even if there is no hope, we have worked hard. If we do nothing, we will regret it. The efforts like moths to flames are also sincere.

I agree with your decision, it's a last-ditch effort!

The situation - can it hold up?

Masao Fujiwara didn't want to ask these things, but they were brothers anyway.

The younger brother nodded: I hope my uncle can spend the night and resume the business, otherwise it will be shattered.

Medically, it's impossible, he can't make it through tonight. Masao Fujiwara must reiterate.

Fujiwara Masao saw the tears in his brother's eyes. He knew that the relationship between his brother and sister and his uncle was like a father and son.

This is an irresistible natural law of life. This time the supercomputer used almost all the computing power. The simulation of the human body is the most advanced, complex and realistic in the world today. Ten thousand times, all of them failed. This result is almost It can already be regarded as a fact. I believe that this report has already arrived in the hands of the elders and your opponents. Moreover, they grasp the disease faster than you and me, so tonight you have to do everything well. Unexpected preparation.

I'm a doctor, and I don't want to be involved in the family's affairs. However, you are my younger brother. I have to remind you that tonight, once your uncle's heart stops, according to the family rules, you will automatically become the official president and the head of the Fujiwara family. When they move you again, they will be enemies of the entire family and challenge family traditions.

They know the results of the surgical simulation, and they will definitely take measures against you before the operation. At this time, when you are the most vulnerable, even if any measures are taken against you, it will not cause a huge shock. I sometimes think, the family's Is the tradition testing the ability of the transitioner? I'm really worried about you, Miyuki and I can't help you, take care of yourself.

Masao Fujiwara is only a doctor, but he is still very nervous when his younger brother is in the vortex.

Brother, thank you, your words are enough. Our three brothers and sisters have already been abandoned by the Fujiwara family. If it wasn't for the cultivation of my uncle, I would not be where I am today. I have just seen my uncle. I have to deal with some things, so I can't stay by his side, please. Fujiwara Chiao sat up straight.

I'm afraid it won't be peaceful in Tokyo tonight? Masao Fujiwara moved his neck.

Fujiwara Chiao responded lightly: It will be calm.

Let's go see him again, Miyuki, I'll call Miyuki. Masao Fujiwara picked up the phone.

The younger brother on the opposite side had tears all over his face. Masao Fujiwara knew that his younger brother had deeper feelings for his uncle than anyone else.

Miyuki hurried over, tears in her eyes.

Let's see him again while we're still breathing.

Masao Fujiwara got up, took his younger siblings, and walked along a passage in the intensive care unit. Through the glass, he could see his uncle from a distance.

Fujiwara Toshio suddenly stopped progressing.

Children?

You go, just let me stand here and take another look.

What's the matter, boy?

Go--

Masao Fujiwara didn't know why his younger brother stopped, maybe it was too uncomfortable, so he nodded and took Miyuki along the corridor, and turned from the wind tunnel aisle into the intensive care ward.

Goodbye, uncle, I will definitely become Xeon and lead the Fujiwara family into the future!

Fujiwara Chiao bowed, looked up for a long time, and then turned around without turning his head back, but his face was full of tears.

Scene after scene from the past replayed in my mind.

Go ahead, split the sword in your hand, bastard!

Uncle, your arm has been injured.

This is the best time for you to win against me. Don't be merciful, otherwise, you will fall under the enemy's sword.

No, I can't do this.

Get up, you get up for me, since it's already duel, don't be merciful. You listen to me, if one day you can take charge of the Fujiwara family, you will be one of the strongest men in Japan, and no one can be your obstacle , including me, you will have no friends, no relatives, everything is a pawn.

I can not do it!

You've got to do it, hack here, hack my wounded arm.

Fujiwara Chiao clenched his teeth and slashed out a sword, hitting his uncle's injured arm.

Uncle, how are your arms-

Very good! You finally got rid of your inner demon. If one day, it must be like this, no matter who it is, don't hesitate, seize the opportunity, you must draw your sword, and don't disappoint your uncle.

That was when Fujiwara Chiao and his uncle practiced kendo, and Fujiwara Chiao never had a chance to win.

One day, when his uncle's arm was injured, Fujiwara Chiao couldn't use his sword on his uncle, and his uncle was very angry.

Uncle, I won't let you down.

I will compete with them tonight.

Fujiwara Chiao adjusted his tie, wiped away his tears, and took a deep breath.