The atmosphere of the entire venue also began to cool down, and you could almost feel the cold in the air.

Three minutes, such a dangerous and delicate operation can be completed in three minutes.

How can it be!

Impossible!

"Darkness, whirlpools, winds, and rainstorms have finally come."

Ikeda pulls a nitroglycerin from his pocket, throws it in his mouth, and holds it under his tongue.

Relieves coronary contraction caused by tension, dilates the coronary arteries of the heart, increases oxygen supply to the heart, and prevents dangers that may occur at any time.

Too old to withstand such a blow.

The heart rate has dropped to single digits, and there is no possibility of resuscitation, so you can either step over or die on the operating table.

Time is measured in seconds.

Everyone can hear the sound of ticking in their hearts, and this sound is like a talisman, which is very uncomfortable.

The numbers on the monitoring screen keep dropping.

Professor Liang took out a tissue and pressed it on his forehead.

Professor Su and Professor Qin looked solemn and stopped talking in a low voice.

They are eager to rush into the operating room to help, it's just an impulse in a crisis situation, and they can't really help at all.

8 times!

Liang Fat swallowed a mouthful of saliva and reported the declining number.

7 times!

It's still declining, and if it drops to zero, it means that the operation has failed.

6 times!

He dared to operate 6 times, Komori and Mitsui were like pins and needles, the pores of the whole body were open, and they couldn't help sweating.

From time to time, the Japanese itinerant nurse came to help the two of them wipe their sweat, although they did not actually go on stage, but they had already washed their hands and dressed to protect their sterile state.

6 times lasted less than 10 seconds, and the jump became 5 times.

The laser knife operates on the edge of the life center, and its movements are bold and delicate, without even a single temptation, and directly enter the most dangerous area.

4 times!

I don't know why the alarm of the monitor sounded again, and Liang Fatzi pressed the alarm easily.

This time, Liang Fatzi also chuckled in his heart, his voice was a little hoarse, and the last time he only completed the operation when he was only 6 times.

Now dropped to 4 times, the operation is still in the danger zone.

There are two minutes left, but there may not be two minutes left, depending on how quickly your heart rate drops.

A heartbeat of 4 beats per minute is not much different from cardiac arrest.

Death will begin in brain tissue and then spread to other tissues and organs.

Xu Zhiliang also began to be anxious, but he had to hold his post, and the nerve hook in his hand remained motionless.

Only Song Zimo is still as calm and relaxed as Yang Ping.

Xiao Su's eyes also turned to the screen, and when she heard the heart rate reported by Liang Fatzi, she believed that Yang Ping would definitely do it.

Tumor isolation is very slow, and this step must be slow, gentle and slow to minimize interference.

The laser knife really does not come into contact with the tissue, eliminating mechanical pressure and friction, otherwise, the operation would not be able to continue.

3 times –

Liang Fatzi didn't want to see this number, but it still appeared.

Dr. Yang must be able to, definitely can!

Liang Fatzi told himself in his heart.

But only 3 times!

At this rate of falling, there is no time, no more!

Surgery?

Is it going to fail?

With only 3 heart rates and two minutes left, the operation was out of the question.

Takahashi realized something, and felt very uncomfortable.

Because this is the first time he has seen Yang Ping challenge miraculous failure.

There is little suspense about failure.

The myth of Yang Ping's invincibility was shattered in his heart.

Before, Yang Ping was a god-like existence in his heart, and it was impossible to fail.

Soon, though, Takahashi calmed down.

To be able to do this is already the first in the world, but Takahashi still feels that something is missing-

Fujiwara Masao sat up straight and was silent.

Soon it will be 2 times, then 1 time, and finally it will be reduced to zero.

The separation of the dead zone is just halfway there.

No one could do the rest of the surgery under such intense pressure, let alone two minutes, and another twenty minutes would not have been possible.

At this time, just like a huge hydraulic press constantly pressing down, the space is shrinking, and the people in the middle have shrunk into a ball, without any living space, waiting only for broken bones.

There was no time and no space, and Yang Ping was cornered.

Still failed!

Even if he failed, Masao Fujiwara was shocked by Yang Ping's surgery, which is one of the best in the world.

It's a pity that Dr. Yang is also a human being, and there are limits to being human.

Professor Liang, Professor Su, and Professor Qin were silent, regretful, but at the same time proud, young people are not afraid of difficulties, bravely climb the peak, even if they fail, what is it, medicine is difficult to move forward in failure.

Even, Professor Su remembered that at this time, he personally sent a text message to encourage Yang Ping, and when the operation was over, he could see the text message.

"We're halfway there."

"Yes!"

"Brave lad."

Su Nanchen, Lao Cheng, and this group of young doctors were very moved by Yang Ping's almost tragic composure at the end.

Because until now, the laser knife in the infusion has not stopped, there is no panic, and it has maintained its usual fineness.

Throughout the venue, the atmosphere dropped to freezing, and the air seemed to freeze.

There was a small whisper just now, but now there is no sound, and you can hear a needle dropping.

This is for everyone to pay homage to the main knife again.

Because everyone can also see that there is no hope for the operation, but the surgeon is still making a final effort.

It's a noble professionalism!

Don't give up until the end! ——

"This time, I'm afraid he won't be able to get by?" Ito was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

Ikeda unbuttoned it again and tugged at the collar, which was much more comfortable.

"And nitroglycerin?" Ito asked Ikeda.

Ikeda pulled a bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Ito, who took it, glanced at it, opened it, took out one piece, and held it under his tongue.

The tip of the knife on the video, under the pressure of such a day that will fall, has not changed in the slightest, and it is still stable, and this calmness is unmatched.

However, the more Ito looked at it, the more wrong it became.

He wanted to stand up, but his knees wouldn't allow it.

"Teacher!" Matsui helped him, and he waved his hand again, and stood up stubbornly, hoping that he could see more clearly.

In the twilight of his life, Ito devoted all his energy to the study of this kind of upper cervical spinal cord and medulla oblongata tumors, but there has been no breakthrough.

His students, Matsui and Kobayashi, continued their research and stayed where they were.

Therefore, compared to other doctors at the venue, Ito has studied this type of case more deeply, and it can be said that this is his specialty.

"Teacher!" Matsui saw that Ito's expression was wrong, and wanted to help again, but was rejected again.

Ito's lips trembled, his facial muscles twitched, and his eyes were sparkling.

"He's reached Lovedrew, and One Piee is at his feet!"

As he said this, Ito slapped Ikeda vigorously.

"What did you say?"

Ikeda immediately followed suit, squinting his eyes and trying to concentrate as much as he could, following Ito's fingers.

"You look at the tip of his knife, and the electrocoagulation, he controls the situation, he controls the situation, he controls the situation!"

Ito was like a madman, slurred, crying, and laughing.

As if under Ito's guidance, Ikeda saw the problem and put his arms around him: "Oh my God, he's in control!" ”

What Ito had not solved in his life, now the young man has solved.

"Teacher!"

Matsui didn't understand the two old professors' unusual behavior, hoping that they could sit down and take a good look.

Fujiwara also went to help Ikeda.

"This operation should be watched standing to show respect for the chief surgeon!"

Ito said that because Yang Ping had solved a medical problem, he had thoroughly figured out the dissection of the medulla oblongata and the upper cervical spinal cord.

Focusing on this knowledge point of Yang Ping, the surgery of the upper cervical spinal cord and medulla oblongata in the future will usher in leapfrog development——

2！

Finally, the heartbeat was detected on the screen.

One minute at a time, close to asystole.

Then the heart comes to a standstill.

Whether it can still pulsate or not is unknown.

No heartbeat?

The Japanese nurse covered her mouth and whispered.

Komori and Mitsui have also been paying attention to the numbers on the monitoring screen, and he is not sure if there is one.

Maybe it's going to be a jump, maybe it's not.

"Don't worry, it's still alive, hibernating!"

Yang Ping finally spoke, his tone relaxed and free, without the slightest hint of nervousness.

The tip of the knife is still so slow, and the countdown starts in the last tens of seconds.

Suddenly, the tip of the microneural peel ion shifts to position, and the tissue that has just been gently compressed by it rebounds slightly because of elasticity.

In the new position, the tip of the knife began to detach rapidly, almost dozens of times faster than just now.

The tip of the laser knife on the screen is getting faster and faster, as if this operation has been done thousands of times, and the proficiency revealed in each movement is simply natural.

Before everyone could react, they were all immersed in high tension.

Thought there would never be a heartbeat again.

The entire tumor, including two small ones, was cut out completely, and a piece of wet gauze was laid in the curved plate that Xiao Su was waiting for in advance, and Yang Ping put the tumor on the gauze.

In fact, it is just a little bit, the entire medulla oblongata and the upper cervical spinal cord are only the size of a thumb, and how big is the tumor removed from it.

Stop the bleeding again under the microscope and gently withdraw as the nerve retractor.

Finally, a heartbeat number appeared on the screen.

1！

2！

3！ ——

Climb slowly.

The patient's heartbeat didn't stop, it really didn't stop, it was just on the verge of asystole.

He did it!

Ito couldn't hold back his tears, looked at the screen with mixed feelings, stretched out his hand, and then clapped stiffly.

Yang Ping's anatomical knowledge is completely beyond all research, he has mastered the rhythm of each step, he knows which step and what will appear.

He knew that as long as the microscopic nerve stripping ions were not loosened and a certain amount of pressure was put on the nerve nucleus, the heart rate could be maintained at the edge and would not collapse.

When crossing the most dangerous areas, he knew that he could accelerate at this time.

And the nerve nucleus has adapted to the new pressure, and at this point it withdraws and peels the ions, and all the dangers have passed.

It's amazing!

The research is too deep!

Ikeda applauded, and then the applause of the audience immediately rang out, and the waves rose and fell, wave after wave, and could not be subsided for a long time.

It was too sudden, including Fujiwara, and it didn't take a clear look at all, and the operation came to an end.

Now the heart rate displayed on the screen has reached 40 or 50, and it quickly entered the normal range, 65 beats per minute.

Take a bow!

Ito and Ikeda bow to the screen!

All Japanese doctors bow and salute, which is a heartfelt worship of the strong -

"Zhang Lin Xiaowu, come to the stage, sew the skin!"

Mitsui and Komori are still in a trance, and the operation has entered the skin sewing stage.

As soon as he heard the call here, Zhang Lin Xiaowu immediately became excited, but he didn't expect that there would be a chance to sew the skin.

"Mr. Zhang, can we go and cut the thread?"

Daisuke Komori's waist couldn't be straightened anymore, so he asked cautiously.

Zhang Lin saw that they were quite honest, so he nodded: "Come on stage!" ”

Mitsui also followed Komori to get up and go over to help, and the four of them sewed and cut threads together.

To be able to undergo this operation, even if it is to cut the stitches, is also an honor, which will go down in history.

"Dr. Yang—"

After the skin sewing, Daisuke Komori wanted to ask Yang Ping for some specific details about the operation.

Mitsui also has this meaning, just a little confused, and I didn't understand many steps.

Yang Ping was taking off his surgical gown and said to Gao Qiao, who was helping to untie the strap behind his back, "You have time to tell them." ”

Yang Ping himself has no time to explain to everyone, unless it is a lecture, in private, he can only have time to explain to a few doctors close to him, such as Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, and Gao Qiao is also one.

"Okay!"

Takahashi replied proudly.

I thought the operation was doomed, but I didn't expect it to be successful.

Komori and Mitsui feel bored, and people ignore themselves and only recognize Takahashi.

Takahashi keeps up with such a god, who can compare his status in Todai Hospital in the future? No wonder in front of Yang Ping, Takahashi entered the operating room like a grandson, and even took the slippers and put them on the ground to assist Yang Ping in putting them on.

Now Komori and Mitsui finally understand what is going on, but it seems to be a little late.

"Dr. Yang, hard work!"

Xiao Su gestured and smiled to celebrate the success of Yang Ping's operation, Yang Ping's successful operation, she was happier than anyone else.

"Nurse Su has also worked hard."

Yang Ping's eyes were full of admiration.

"Serve the people!"

Xiao Su replied playfully.

When the two Japanese nurses saw this scene, they didn't know the relationship between Xiao Su and Yang Ping, and they actually imitated Xiao Su to greet Yang Ping, hoping to get that adoring gaze.

But obviously the same action, Yang Ping just responded lightly, and there was no love in his eyes.

Two Japanese nurses are a little confused as to why this is the case.

Obviously engaged in racial discrimination!

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