Chapter 1586: Chapter 1586

Chapter 1586: Chapter 1170: No Treatment for Nonbelievers

It’s really a headache. These two guys actually dare to underestimate me. Morris was really angry, but they’re still kids, so he had to suppress his anger.

At this moment, the mother intervened in time to resolve the conflict, “Oh, children, please trust your father. Give him some time, and he’ll make the decision that benefits you the most.”

“No, this is our only chance. I’ve seen too many doctors; everyone shook their heads and said give up, except here, the Chinese doctors said, have the surgery. Do you know how happy we were to hear this news? You cannot understand the pain of living together . Of course, not every pair of conjoined twins can coexist harmoniously; we are constantly wanting to separate and live freely, and now there is a chance. Why don’t we grasp it? Chinese doctors say surgery is possible, but Dad thinks surgery is impossible. This is just Dad’s opinion and cannot replace the Chinese doctor’s. Am I right, Mom? Dad thinks the surgery is difficult, but why does he also think it is difficult in the eyes of Chinese doctors?” the elder sister said angrily.

The younger sister also hurriedly said, “Exactly, he cannot do it and assumes others cannot do it. If US doctors cannot do it, he concludes Chinese doctors cannot either. This is blind arrogance and foolish prejudice.”

“Enough!” Morris finally got angry.

“Anyway, we want to speak up. We want to express our opinions.” The elder sister didn’t back down. It seems they had entered their rebellious phase at just nine years old.

“Alright, kids, can we all calm down? I understand your thoughts, but this is a major decision. Once made, there’s no turning back. It concerns your life, and a person’s life only has one chance, so we must be cautious. You’re still children, and clearly lack judgment in this aspect. Let’s give Dad some time, shall we?” The mother was obviously more patient than the father.

“Okay, we just want to tell him not to be stubborn, not to always think that if he can’t do something, others definitely can’t.”

“Yes, I think so too. Dad can’t always think he’s right about everything.”

In the ward, everyone had already unified their opinions on the surgery. This stemmed from their super confidence in Yang Ping’s personal ability.

From past till present, anything Yang Ping said he could do, he certainly managed to do. Once, people thought he was “bragging,” but all the “boasts” he made came true.

Still recall the surgery by Mo Sixth’s old professor, Professor Feng Tiancheng, Yang Ping’s grandmaster. The world’s top doctors’ consultation unanimously believed the chance of surgical success was less than 5% and that the surgery held no value, except if one were to risk life on a trial.

Yet Yang Ping said there was an 80% chance of success. At that time, Yang Ping did not have the aura of a Nobel Prize laureate, and those who didn’t know him thought how exaggerated, how absurd this was.

But Director Han and Professor Zhang Zongshun chose to trust him without hesitation, allowing him to be the chief surgeon for Professor Feng’s surgery. Ultimately, Yang Ping forcibly pulled Professor Feng back from the Ghost Gate, with the surgery recovering well. Professor Feng is still living healthily now.

It was also then that John Ansen was completely conquered by Yang Ping and became Yang Ping’s ardent admirer, willing to learn from Yang Ping like a student.

The trust in Yang Ping was not unfounded, but accumulated through one successful experience after another. Eventually, this trust became unconditional, not requiring proof.

“Professor, here’s all the pre-operative check results. See if any additional tests are needed?” Song Zimo reported after the pre-operative checks.

Yang Ping tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, thought for a while, “The pre-operative checks are comprehensive enough, no need for additional tests. But you still need to work on the patient’s family. He didn’t seem confident when he was standing beside us listening to our surgical plan discussions.”

“He is a neurosurgeon, and in the United States, a pretty good neurosurgeon. So he might have his own opinion. If he weren’t a neurosurgeon, purely an ordinary family member, he might have more faith in us.”

“If the patient’s family hesitates or lacks confidence in us, it’s best to postpone planning the surgery.”

No matter the surgery, it’s necessary for the patient and family to have full trust. Otherwise, it’s better not to proceed; treating the untrusting is not in Yang Ping’s principles.

John Ansen was a bit anxious: “Leave this to me then; after all, he’s my friend too. I’ll work on his thoughts. This is the only team able to perform surgery on his daughter. What else could shake him? Leave it to me.”

“Half-filled barrels make the loudest bang!” Zhang Lin suddenly chimed in from the side.

Xu Zhiliang gave him a sideways look: “Why do you speak… so unpleasantly?”

Zhang Lin was still pretty scared of Xu Zhiliang and explained with a bit of dread, “Old Xu, I’m just straightforward. I’d say the same if he were here. Clearly, he knows a bit and thinks he’s great, believing the surgery is too difficult for anyone. That day, his expression and tone when he spoke suggested he thought our professor was bragging, using his daughter as an experiment. I wanted to say something to him then, but he’s John Ansen’s friend, so I held back for fear of straining relations.”

Xu Zhiliang thought Zhang Lin wasn’t entirely unreasonable, so he didn’t criticize him further.

“Everyone, don’t worry, I’ll work on his thoughts. I believe he’ll dispel his doubts. After all, human cognitive ability is limited, and accepting things beyond one’s understanding takes time.” John Ansen reassured everyone; he wasn’t here for nothing, he was here to work, and now was the time for him to exert his efforts.

“Alright, John Ansen, go communicate with him. The success rate of this sister’s surgery is actually quite high. It would be a shame not to perform it, but some things cannot be forced. We have an old saying in China — treating the untrusting is not in our principles.” Yang Ping instructed.

Such a philosophical statement, John Ansen memorized it.

“I understand. I’ll be mindful of appropriate measures.” John Ansen accepted the task for communication, feeling extremely proud as it showcased his irreplaceable position within the team.

“Any other questions, Professor? Their blood circulation in liver, gall, pancreas, and spleen is also chaotic, but we’ve already simulated their blood circulation diagram through various check data.” Song Zimo asked. The professor’s focus had always been on the head and spine, with not much commentary on the abdominal connections.

Yang Ping said, “I just received their blood circulation dynamic simulation diagram. Pull it up for another look.” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt

The doctor operating the computer next to him immediately brought up the image, Yang Ping pointed at the image, “This part of the surgery will be done by you. I’ll focus only on the separation of the head and neck. You should be able to complete this part of the surgery by ligating and cutting some blood vessels, and then bridging to rebuild some blood vessels. This can establish their separate blood circulation systems. One thing to note is the necessity to complete the bridging of blood vessels before cutting any that need to be cut. You should already know this, I’m just reminding you again.”

“Understood, what about the chest?” Song Zimo asked. He and Xu Zhiliang had already made detailed plans for surgery on these parts but still wanted to ask Yang Ping, hoping for his oversight.

“Nothing special here, just also pay attention to the reconstruction of independent blood circulation. The rest is not difficult for you.”

“Spinal correction should be slower and more cautious.”

Yang Ping instructed.

“I will be present throughout the surgery, you can rest assured.”