Live Surgical Broadcast Chapter 1

Summary: A surgeon accidentally got the blessings of a system, shocked the medical industry, and rejuvenated countless people.

Chapter 1: Live Heavyweight Surgery

TN: Be warned that there is quite a bit of your typical Chinese webnovel bashing j.a.panese content in this chapter.

　　The shadowless lamp in the operating room was very bright, the scalpel in the doctor's hand was very thin, and Zheng Ren was very panicked although he was not the one lying in bed.

　　He scratched his way into being able to partic.i.p.ate in the surgery today but did not expect the dean, in order to showcase the professor's importance, to allow him to serve as an a.s.sistant.

　　At this time, he was wearing a sterile surgical gown and stood in the corner of the operating room. He couldn't't see even a trace of the surgical field.

　　As long as there was a surgery, there would be an accident. What Zheng Ren did not expect was that there would be an accident before the operation.

　　The surgery that was about to begin was very important.

　　Surgeons rarely broadcast live surgeries, and only the best in the industry would dare to do so.

　　Today, Haicheng First People's Hospital had a live broadcast. The protagonist was the world-renowned expert of hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery Professor Senyu Ichiro.

　　The venue that can hold ten thousand people was packed full.

　　Eighty percent of the relevant professional directors in the province were present. Even professors from several specialized hospitals in the Imperial Capital came to Haicheng to watch the live surgery.

　　In the department, directors like Tianw.a.n.g Laozi were like cabbages.[1] One could raise a hand and meet one.

　　A large red banner hung above the venue – a warm celebration of the first Haicheng Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Conference.

　　The stage did not put up a long conference table but pulled up a huge screen. Eight high-definition projectors showed different angles, and the pancreaticoduodenectomy[2] was performed in real time in the city's operating room.

　　Pancreaticoduodenectomy was the most difficult procedure in general surgery outside of organ transplantation.

　　The surgeon was Professor Senyu Ichiro from the RB Tokyo Shunten University Affiliated Hospital. He was a health consultant for the RB Royal Family and was ranked among the top five in the global surgical academia circle.

　　In order to invite Professor Senyu Ichiro, the organizers of the conference took great pains and spent a great deal. And the patient had done a lot of work at home. After all, this patient was the richest man in Haicheng. 60% of the city's real estate was from his company.

　　The heavyweight professor, heavyweight surgery, and confident live broadcast of the operation became the finale of the first Haicheng Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery Conference.

　　Unfortunately, Zheng Ren could not see a thing.

　　……

　　……

　　At 9:15, the operation officially began.

　　Prof. Senyu Ichiro's style was rigorous and was not arrogant despite being a famous doctor.

　　The projections of eight different angles on the screen showed no superb surgical skills.

　　”With an incision of less than fifteen centimeters, can anastomosis be done?”

　　”You and I would definitely not be able to, but the person is a top professor. What can't he do.”

　　”Yeah, it is said that the the chief surgeon overseeing the Emperor's[3] surgery 14 years ago was Professor Senyu Ichiro. This professor's skills is among the few of the world.”

　　Skin, subcutaneous tissue, muscle, peritoneum, layer by layer was skillfully done like taking a leaf from cattle. The amount of bleeding was extremely small, and the on-site directors visually measured 5-10 ml of blood. The blood-stained gauze was dotted with red stars, like the red flowers in the snow.

　　But the accident still happened.

　　After the peritoneum was opened, an exclamation sounded in the venue. Several professors from the Imperial Capital and the Magic Capital were stunned and looked at the big screen.

　　Pancreatic malignant tumors had developed extremely rapidly, invaded the surrounding tissues, and were seriously adhered together like one.

　　In general, in order to avoid accidents, live surgery will be conducted with patients with milder conditions. No big bulls[4] can avoid mistakes; everyone was the same.

　　There is no doubt that the rate of failure of patients with milder conditions would be lower.

　　In order to screen patients, it took a lot of effort by the director. The patient's CT and MR films were seen by professors in and outside the province, and finally sent to the hands of Senyu Ichiro who looked at it.

　　All experts and professors believed that the patient was in stage III pancreatic cancer. The condition was more severe, but the tumor tissues has no adhesion around it and was suitable for surgery.

Unfortunately, the day did not follow expectation.

Everyone looked away.

　　After seeing this situation, the dean's started sweating, and his sterile cap was wet.

　   What was the problem?

　　In order to avoid mistakes, he also did a MRI two days before surgery. Compared with the previous film, there was not much change.

　　Did the tumor tissue violently grow in two days?

　　The dean held the suction device in his hand and shivered slightly.

　　Professor Senyu Ichiro was somewhat unhappy. He knocked on the aspirator with curved pliers in his hand and whispered in j.a.panese.

　　Although the dean did not understand j.a.panese, he still keenly captured a word in the sentence that showed that Professor Sen was dissatisfied with himself (the director). If the dean was like an ice cave, his body was stiff.

　　The young translator behind him immediately faced the dean seriously. “Dean Fu, Professor Sen is very dissatisfied with your performance. Although your technical level is as inferior as the equipment, please also give the most attention and effort to complete the surgery.”

　　For many years, no one dared to talk to the dean the way the translator did to the dean. It was no wonder that everyone hated the two devils and traitors when fighting the war. It was really detestable.

　　However, he did not dare to show a hint of his inner dissatisfaction. He tried to squeeze out a smile and make it look charming.

　　The condition was more complicated than expected, but for the world's top surgeons, it was only difficult, not impossible to solve.

　　The operation continued with a little bit of patience in peeling the tumor and adhesion of surrounding tissues. The bleeding was still very small. Slightly larger capillaries were ligated in advance or burned with electricity with no exceptions.

　　In the big conference room, people were amazed from time to time. Professor Senyu Ichiro was really familiar with the anatomy. This was the level of the world's top professors!

　　Senyu Ichiro, standing under the shadowless light, was undoubtedly a compelling protagonist like a star, attracting all eyes.

　　Zheng Ren did not appear in the projection at all. He was dust in the dark corner, negligible.

　　Although he couldn't see the surgery, he used his brain to imagine the process of the surgery according to the various instruments used by Professor Senyu Ichiro.

　　Zheng Ren was very eager to see if he could take a look.

　　He tried to change his position in an attempt to see if he can see a little surgery, but it was futile.

　　Suddenly, Zheng Ren felt the bright lights in his eyes. The shadowless lamp began to sway, and the various scalpels, scissors, and pliers on the table in front of the nurse taking care of the instruments danced.

　　He was a little embarra.s.sed. Was he hallucinating? He immediately realized; this was not an illusion but an earthquake!

　　For a moment, the whole building swayed and the roof creaked as if the ceiling and beams would break at any time, burying everyone.

　　The people who were undergoing surgery were also fl.u.s.tered. Senyu Ichiro was born in an island-country after all. Without hesitation, he left the operating table and pushed Zheng Ren standing in the corner.

　　The young translator immediately rushed over and pushed Zheng Ren out of the corner.

　　”Get out!”

　　Zheng Ren was a bit stunned, but the instinct developed over many years of surgery allowed him to avoid the hands of the translator and prevent the sterile surgical gown from being contaminated.

　　Subtle shaking was felt, but it was not intense. It wasn't clear  if the earthquake was over or was just an appetizer before a stronger earthquake.

　　”Don't panic!” The dean pretended to calm down and said: “Let the professor go first.”

　　Senyu Ichiro was like a wild wolf disappearing after a weak vibration. He did not hesitate to open the door of the operating room and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

　　The translation closely followed Professor Senyu Ichiro, and the dean also left the operating table.

　　”Zheng Ren, you continue to complete the surgery!” The director's legs trembled, leaving the place as fast as a Parkinson's patient[5].

　　Me? Zheng Ren almost spat out a mouth of blood[6].

　　He was just an ordinary attending physician. Although he was very hardworking, in a well-ranked medical system, there was no chance of being exposed to advanced surgery at his age. Only three- or four-level surgery such as appendicitis and hernia could be done.

　　But the director wanted to let him take over one of the most advanced and difficult surgical procedures known in general surgery – pancreaticoduodenectomy!

　　Zheng Ren did not have the idea of running. As a doctor, with a patient on the operating table, running? Nonexistent. Even if one died, one had to die on the operating table. What was the difference between running away from an operation and deserters on the battlefield?

　　This idea was very simple and pure.

　　But the surgery itself could not be done, it seems that it could only washed and closed.

　　Zheng Ren stabilized his mood and was ready to observe where the surgery was going. Suddenly there was another tremor, and the shadowless lamp shook a little. The white light shone into Zheng Ren's pupil.

　　The light was too strong. It was even more dazzling than looking at the midday sun. Zheng Ren immediately felt cold air hitting his body from the top of his head, and his eyes were dark.

　　Could it be that the building collapsed and killed himself?

　　Was this the feeling of death?

　　In the middle of it, Zheng Ren felt a strong cough in his body and smelled a b.l.o.o.d.y smell.

　　What was this? Was it an illusion?

　　There were countless memories in Zheng Ren's mind, from young to old, and some that had been forgotten. At this time, it was incomparably clear like a river.

　　Was this the memory plane before dying? Zheng Ren's head was splitting with a headache, and there was such a vague idea in his heart.

　　It was only one second. It felted like that after many years, the ocean of memories calmed down, and at the same time a voice appeared in Zheng Ren's ear.

　　System binding begins…

　　System binding ends…

　　Host, please accept the novice task.

[1] Means that these directors were as common as cabbages in a grocery store

[2] A surgery to remove cancerous tumors from the pancreas

[3] I a.s.sume this is the j.a.panese Emperor

[4] Means heavyweight experts

[5] I don't quite understand why this comparison. Was this a reference to how fast patients want to get out of the hospital?

[6] Means that Zheng Ren is very very shocked