Chapter 1590: Chapter 1590

"This is just one of Professor Yang’s many achievements. He also has many unknown medical accomplishments, such as brainstem tumor surgery, spinal deformity corrective surgery, upper cervical surgery, heart bypass surgery, and so on. Additionally, he has made remarkable achievements in tumor treatment. His unique K biological agent method for treating tumors is very distinctive, utilizing adenovirus as a carrier to deliver a special factor. The combination of the adenovirus and this special factor can precisely and comprehensively target and kill certain tumor cells. This treatment method is about to enter clinical trials. Professor Yang is an all-around medical genius surpassing Manstein."

John Ansen acted as the commentator.

"Why haven’t I heard him mention these?" Morris was quite puzzled.

John Ansen explained, "His achievements are so numerous that there’s no need to bring them up individually. So I am telling you, the fact that he completed your daughter’s surgery with a single dose of local anesthesia is the least noteworthy technique. That’s why he seemed so calm. It’s not that he didn’t take your daughter’s surgery seriously, but rather, to him, it’s not a big deal. He’s already in the free world of surgery, where any unprecedented high-difficulty surgery is not a problem for him. He doesn’t need to constantly discuss, exchange ideas, or consult various resources like we American doctors do because he already has it all in hand. To us, this is an insurmountable surgery, but to him, it’s one he’s fully confident in." The most update n0vels are published on novel⸺fire.net

"It’s truly amazing. I now feel Professor Yang is like a scientific freak." Morris remained bent over, facilitating his face’s proximity to the transparent tempered glass.

"You’re right this time; he is indeed a scientific freak, always capable of creating miracles. The first time I saw him perform a surgery, I was completely stunned. Since then, I’ve tried every way possible to get in touch with him and become his student. Under his guidance, I’ve made rapid progress, and as you’ve seen, there’s no one in North America who can rival me in the field of neurosurgery. I’m in a class by myself, wouldn’t you agree?"

Indeed, John Ansen’s level is now unparalleled. Those who were previously at the same level as him are now far behind.

Some things only become truly impactful when materialized. Take fighting, for instance; scaring someone a hundred times still won’t let them feel the power of a fist, and they won’t truly fear you until you use your iron fist to blow up their head just once. Then they will remember the power of the fist and develop a sense of fear. This is the materialization of the fist.

Although John Ansen always claimed Professor Yang was incredible and had no issues with this surgery, Morris never felt much about it; he thought John Ansen was just boasting. He even thought conspiratorially that John Ansen had some ulterior motive, like sharing some sort of benefits.

Now, seeing the science fiction-like scenes in the laboratory, Morris truly felt the impact of Professor Yang’s research achievements, as his capabilities were vividly materialized in the lively muscles within the cultivator, thus shocking Morris to his core: this was how formidable he was, operating on a whole other level than him.

John Ansen knew there was no need to say more at this point, just accompany him on a tour so he could feel the shock akin to Neo awakening to the matrix in "The Matrix".

"My God! These are muscles, and they are contracting."

The robotic arm was electrically stimulating the cultured muscles to ensure every piece of muscle cultivated was strong enough so that when transplanted into the body, they would be full of strength rather than limp.

"This is the latissimus dorsi, and this is the psoas major muscle. In surgery, they’ll use these to fortify the necessary muscles."

Morris’s eyes were almost glued to the transparent tempered glass as he murmured, fully immersed as if he were Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden.

This localized cloning technology is indeed quite shocking, especially for those in the medical field, as it’s technology out of science fiction brought to reality.

"Your nose is almost touching the glass; keep a bit of distance," John Ansen reminded.

Morris grunted a few times yet still stayed very close, eager to break through the transparent shield and pick up a piece of muscle to scrutinize up close in his palm.

"Wouldn’t it be great to take one out to see?" Morris’s eyes were filled with longing.

The accompanying doctor said, "You can take one out to see, but you must wear sterile gloves."

The doctor retrieved a pair of sterile gloves from a nearby rack. Being a surgeon, Morris naturally had a strong sense of sterility as he deftly put on the gloves, following proper protocol.

The doctor operated on the LCD screen beside them, opening the transparent shield, and the robotic arm, drawn back from its sterile protection, reached in to take out a piece of muscle, placing it in Morris’s hand.

He caressed the vibrant and elastic muscle. As a surgeon, he knew better than anyone what real human muscle feels like, gently massaging the piece of muscle, which contracted under his touch.

This muscle was cloned under the laboratory environment, utilizing local cloning technology, a truly miraculous local cloning technology.

Reluctantly, Morris placed the muscle back onto the robotic arm’s tray, letting it return to the cultivator.

Taking off his gloves, he continued his tour, eager to see the large piece of skin.

This piece of skin included the complete epidermis and dermis layers, even part of the subcutaneous tissue. If used for skin grafting, it would be virtually inexhaustible, and the texture post-operation would undoubtedly be excellent.

With this laboratory as support, no matter how much skin and muscle his daughter lacked, the surgery could perfectly replenish it.

"You’ve had the privilege to tour the world’s top laboratory, and these achievements were all made under the guidance of Professor Yang and a group of young people wearing sandals."

After the tour, leaving the laboratory, Morris felt like he had watched a mind-blowing movie, with those vivid images replaying in his mind repeatedly.

"Dr. John Ansen, can you take me to meet Professor Yang now? I apologize for my hesitation; I believe I should seize this opportunity. You were right, I’m just like the beggar, never having seen how the emperor lives. I can only imagine it based on my own life. Today, you’ve shown me the imperial palace, allowing me to witness the emperor’s life firsthand." Morris was quite excited.

"I’d need to check if the professor is available now. We can’t take up too much of his time as every minute is devoted to advancing the progress of medicine," John Ansen said.

The two went to the doctors’ office in the clinical ward. Yang Ping wasn’t there; a knowledgeable doctor said the professor had gone to the tumor laboratory.

"This is a new method for fighting tumors, the K treatment. I suppose you wouldn’t understand even if I explained it, so I’ll just say something about neurosurgery. They’re very interested in brainstem tumors and have delved deeply into the anatomy of the brainstem. As far as I know, their research on brainstem anatomy is at least 20 years ahead of us. They haven’t published any papers because they believe the number of cases is insufficient. I’m fortunate to be able to share their research results, which makes my brainstem tumor surgery success rate stand out in North America."

John Ansen proudly stated this.

"Can you... help me too? So that I can also share their research achievements?" Morris was apparently already in his role.

John Ansen shook his head, "No, you haven’t reached the level to share them yet. That would mislead you into thinking you can handle it and boldly carry out this type of surgery, eventually bringing disastrous consequences to the patient."

Morris recalled the question Professor Yang had posed to him at that time, one he simply couldn’t answer.

"Then how did you manage it?"

Morris asked, curious.

Generously, John Ansen shared his experience, "First, you must learn Chinese well; it’s a prerequisite. This allows you to read their journal, ’Medical’, and other Chinese materials. Though there are translations available in various languages, those versions are always delayed and somewhat differ from the originals. Only by mastering Chinese can you possibly share their research achievements. This is the first step, and you must complete it. If you can’t even get past the language barrier, don’t even think about what’s next. It definitely won’t work."

Morris found it a daunting task since his study of Chinese had only included memorizing a few common phrases before coming to China.

By this time, Professor Yang had already entered from the doorway, followed by a large group of doctors, and John Ansen went over to greet and speak with Yang Ping in fluent Chinese.

Only then did Morris realize how useful the Chinese language was, which he seldom encountered in daily life, and how it had helped John Ansen’s rapid technical advancement.