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Surgery Godfather-Chapter 456 - 417 Game Over
Chapter 456: Chapter 417 Game Over
Chapter 456: Chapter 417 Game Over
Doctors everywhere are on edge.
Richard receives bad news: clouds are gathering over Houston; if no measures are taken, a rainstorm will hit.
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When it rains, it pours; things always seem to go wrong all at once.
A storm could seriously disrupt satellite communications which rely on Ku-band waves. The dense raindrops not only absorb electromagnetic energy, but also scatter electromagnetic waves ā factors that could degrade the quality of satellite communication, even causing it to fail entirely.
While SpaceXās satellites are going all out to support the surgery and communication bandwidth should be sufficient to tackle the possible rainfall, the destructive potential of a storm on satellite communication should not be underestimated.
Richard rallies and reports the situation to Jim Basa.
āUse artificial rain dispersal technology!ā Jim Basa commands.
Richard relays NASAās opinion to the supportive meteorological company. Their several rain dispersal vehicles set out. They need to get to the right location to launch their rain dispersal projectiles in order to alleviate the impending storm.
The three guide wires are advancing judiciously; one wire pauses slightly, while the other two proceed together. They alternate this way, maintaining a rhythm, methodically approaching the target aneurysm, inching closer and closer.
The GG Corporationās AI Medical Brain is on high alert for the aneurysm. The emergency vehicleās red warning light is continuously flashing.
Doctors in the operating room have risen from their seats; some are constantly drinking water; Professor Massimo is purposely holding his breath, maintaining a calm front.
If the bright red warning light were a sound, it would be a continuous, ear-splitting noise. It is warning the doctors ā the largest aneurysm is about to rupture.
āItās started to rain in Houston!ā
Upon receiving the news, Richard is in shock.
Heart pounding, Jim Basa asks, āWhat happened, didnāt they claim to possess rain-dispersal technology?ā
āIāll find out!ā Richard shakes his head to clear it, using this action to wake himself up.
A few minutes later, Richard shakes his head again, āThe rain dispersal vehicles have been detained by the traffic police. FBI agents are negotiating with them, butāā
āWhat?ā Jim Basa roars, āWhat is this nonsense at this critical time?ā
āThey refuse to let us go, insisting on imposing a fine and conducting a necessary inspection on the detained vehicles. They threatened to accuse the FBI agents of obstructing official duties unless they leave. They said the FBI doesnāt have full jurisdiction over them,ā Richard reports verbatim.
Jim Basa frowns, stretches out one finger, massaging his temples. As NASAās administrator, he calls the Houston traffic police, only for their response to take him aback, āNot even the President can help, let alone the NASA chief!ā
The complicated police system is headache inducing. These state traffic police are not governed by the federal government. They were right. Even if the President came, they could still ignore him.
āāā Jim Basa swears.
Faced with these stubborn traffic police, Jim Basa is helpless. During the Cuban missile crisis, the covert missile transporter carrying nuclear weapons was detained by traffic police for a whole five hours due to overloading. When the General leading the emergency operation personally called the traffic police and asked them to let them pass, they cursed at him over the phone.
Jim Basa walks to the window. The rain in Houston is beginning to pour, and although the remaining satellite communication is just about holding on, the picture is barely tolerable.
āDr. Yang, Iām sorry, it has started to storm in Houston and communication may be affected. Weāre barely holding on,ā Despite his reluctance to disturb Yang Ping during surgery, Richard feels it is necessary to let him be mentally prepared.
āReceived,ā Yang Ping only briefly replies. At this time, besides accelerating the completion of the surgery, there is no other way. Any panic or hesitation is a waste of time.
Old Cheng canāt help but stand up. Huang Jiacai signals him not to move around, but rather, obediently sit down.
Yang Pingās hands swiftly move back and forth on the control sticks, hastening his actions.
The guide wires, which were progressing slowly, now speed up. All doctors in the hall have risen from their seats. They lean forward, as though this will allow them to see more clearly.
The staff members are affected by the doctors. They stare at the screen with their fists clenched.
āGod, please donāt let there be a communication failure, please donātāā This is everyoneās wish.
āWe hold hands, so God can feel our voices. Like the tightly held hands, communication will maintain a stable connection,ā A lady suggests.
She has already stood up, squeezing the hand of the person next to her. Hand in hand, this act quickly spreads in both directions. Everyone stands up and grabs the hands of the people next to them.
Soon, everyone in the hall is holding hands, tightly holding hands.
āLet us pray togetherāā This lady closes her eyes, encouraging everyone.
The guide wire moves quicker and quicker, maintaining a rhythm of two and then one, at an astonishing speed crossing the most dangerous splits again and again, approaching the target.
Yang Ping needs to complete the surgery before rain attenuation damages the communication. The speed must be increased. He sits in front of the control station. The 3D image of the virtual reality operation is vividly presented in front of his eyes through his glasses, making it seem as though he is actually there.
His ten fingers are inside the control rings. Four hundred kilometers above, the four mechanical arms, under his control, move forward, rotate, and sway. Each fine action translates to adjustments in the direction of the guide wire tip.
Each finger movement corresponds to an action on the mechanical arm. His elbows are supported by soft pads. This type of robotic surgery requires a unique level of engagement. This engagement allows the chief surgeon to sense no spatial separation from the surgical object.
The rain is getting heavier. Rain attenuation is getting worse. Delay, interruption or collapse, are just a touch away.
The high tension and continuous worry causes spasms in John Ansenās stomach. Crushing pain comes and goes, as if his stomach and all surrounding organs were twisted into a knot. His heart is compelled to output powerfully, in order to maintain this enormous energy expenditure.
Professor Massimo, Dr. Eugene, and the doctors in John Ansenās field of vision were soaking wet, their final sprint as desperate as an end-of-the-world escape.
The catastrophe was imminent, and everyone was fleeing.
Even with the support of dozens of satellites, it was of no avail. In the face of nature, human technology seemed insignificant. The first lagging in the video feed appeared.
At this moment, the glaring red light turned into a soothing green.
The three guidewires were in place, several spring coils were precisely delivered to the target location, and released! The most dangerous and crucial operation was completed.
John Ansen let out a long breath, as if a pressure that had been building up for years in his chest was finally released.
He slumped in his chair, removing his hands from the controls. On the screen, a beautifully clear angiogram of the entire brain displayed the spring coils accurately placed in optimal locations, without the slightest deviation. It was the most beautiful image in the world.
Slowly, the blood clots formed, the force of blood flow reduced until it disappeared, and the balloon began to shrink until there was nothing left.
The embolization was successful. Three aneurysms were occluded successfully in one go.
The image trembled, followed by irregular delays and freezes. But this would no longer affect the surgery; Yang Ping began to retract the guidewires from memory.
The guidewires were slowly withdrawn. When they were completely pulled out, Susan immediately pressed a bandage against the puncture point to stop the blood. But she forgot there were three puncture points to press, and she only had two hands.
The blood from the left radial artery puncture, which wasnāt pressed quickly enough, sprayed out the instant the guidewire was removed. It immediately floated in the air like a string of red agates, then transformed and eventually clumped together like a crystal-clear ruby.
Seeing this, David Hollis quickly put on gloves to help stop the bleeding. The ruby-like blood droplet split into two and floated in the air.
āGame Over!ā
Yang Ping released his hand, pulling his fingers out of the control handle and removing his virtual reality glasses.
Boss Cheng and President Huang opened the āsafe roomā. The hall was silent.
What happened?
Just as Yang Ping was puzzled, a sharp cry from a woman broke the silence, creating chaos in the hall, and people collapsed limply into their seats, holding each other in confusion.
Game Over? An ambiguous phrase?
āThe Operation was successful!ā
Yang Ping sat back down at the operating console, put on the communication headset, and shouted into the microphone. His voice resonated throughout the entire hall from the space station.
The wailing people stopped crying. After a moment, the hall exploded into cheers; everyone jumped up, and applause rolled in like waves.
Professor Massimo, shivering, mechanically joined in the applause with his stiff hands, believing the operation to be a non-human achievement.
Game Over!
This was a huge joke. Apart from a few medical professionals who knew the surgery was a success, everyone else thought the operation failed and was over.
If it hadnāt been for the shout, āThe operation was successful!ā as a remedy, Jim Basaās heart might not have held up.
Jim Basa rose unsteadily, as if crawling out from a freezing ice cave, he wanted to lead everyone to thank this Chinese doctor.
He looked calm on the surface, but inside he felt tumultuous. He stumbled as he got up, and everything went black. Richard alongside quickly lent him support.
But Richard wasnāt much better either, supporting Jim Basa with one hand, and using the other to hold onto the chair.
āIām fine, let me rest for a moment.ā Jim Basa held on to the back of the chair.
Having experienced high-intensity stress, it was a temporary drop in blood pressure. After a few seconds, blood supply to Jimās head returned to normal, and his vision cleared.
Richard followed behind Jim Basa. John Ansen, Professor Massimo, Eugene joined them, with others following in succession. Yang Ping stood at the āsafe roomā door, Jim Basa ran up and hugged Yang Ping tightly.
He attempted to cup Yang Pingās face and give him a grateful kiss, which was promptly refused by Yang Ping, the respected Doctor Yang did not share this unorthodox fondness.
Seeing the hand Yang Ping extended out, Jim Basa came to his senses ā of course, a handshake!
Jim Basa twisted his neck, gripping Yang Pingās hand tightly with both of his hands.
āThank you so much, really, Iām so grateful. You saved Steven, you saved all of us.ā
āHe should be alright now. During the occlusion, I carried out an anti-slip occlusion treatment before and after. You can use a simulation to assess his reentering the atmosphere at high speed on the way back to accurately judge whether the spring coils will dislodge. If they wonāt, he can return successfully after four weeks. If there is a chance they will dislodge, we will have to figure out a solution, even if it means a craniotomy surgery if necessary.ā Yang Ping instructed John Ansen and Professor Massimo.
Anyway, the figurative mountain had been moved; they could slowly figure out solutions to subsequent issues.
āChampagne! There should be champagne now!ā Jim Basa exclaimed.
John Ansen reminded him, āDr. Yang has no interest in champagne, perhaps an apple cider would be better.ā
But no one was listening to their conversation. Everyone lifted Yang Ping and gave him a collective toss up into the air.
Boss Cheng and President Huang stood by, ready to deal with any possible accidents.