Chapter 3122

Under the coordination of relevant leaders and the hard work of medical staff, the two hospitals demonstrated extremely high efficiency.

The 3D-printed simulated person was sent to the hybrid operating room, because all members of the medical team had gone to Sweden; Ye Qingqiu called Director Kong in the middle of the night, and Director Kong then called Liu Xu zhi from home.

After all, it's still a novel thing; only Liu Xu zhi is relatively skilled. Director Kong has also done it, but he lacks confidence.

When they arrived, the technical staff sent by Ning Shu were already at the operating room door, saying they were ready to help debug the machine, fully prepared.

Although Ye Qingqiu didn't say anything, he too was surprised by this efficiency.

In the middle of the night, even the tech workers on a 996 schedule couldn't keep up; this is the rhythm of round-the-clock, 24‑hour standby.

But there's no point worrying about all that; they started debugging the machine.

Soon, the staff from Xinglin Yuan also rushed over.

Via the platform they directly linked up with the Women and Children's Hospital; at the same time, they began adjusting the imaging equipment there.

The Women and Children's Hospital also has a hybrid operating room, because the best treatment for postpartum massive hemorrhage is uterine artery embolization, so the volume of interventional procedures there is certainly not small.

The engineer, at the fastest speed, connected the screen opposite the surgeon in the hybrid operating room to the network; after debugging, a full‑metal image appeared.

Full‑metal…… image……

The instant this image appeared in his field of view, Director Han froze. This is the operating room, a place that values science and technology.

What he saw before his eyes was too sci‑fi, even bordering on the fantastical.

She stared for a moment, but quickly gathered her focus and continued with the cesarean section.

The hospital gave strong support; the two hospitals cooperated closely, working the night shift, and who knows how many people were rushing about for a parturient and a fetus.

One must do what one can; other things can't be attended to for now. The whole treatment is like a relay baton, and the rest is handed over to the 912 medical team.

15 minutes later, a baby's cry echoed through the operating room.

Unlike usual, at this point in a cesarean section the procedure is not yet near its end; everyone together guesses the baby's sex, comments on whether the crying is loud or soft, whether the appearance is proper, and, judging by the current state, speculates what the child might be able to do in the future.

The surgery, however, has only just begun.

While suturing the uterus, Director Han did not close the abdomen; on that side, Professor Yang of the 912 team, wearing the surgical broadcast equipment that Zheng Lao Ban usually wears, had finished scrubbing in and began disinfecting and laying down sterile drapes on the cesarean section operative field.

This broadcast was not being shown in Xinglin Yuan; the signal was transmitted to Sweden, giving Zheng Lao Ban real‑time feedback.

Although Director Han felt the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, she did not ask Professor Yang how many cases of Ge Xie disease he had operated on.

For such a rare disease, even a single case would be publicized in the media. Director Han silently wondered whether this Professor Yang was up to the task; he seemed less reliable than Zheng Lao Ban.

"Anesthetist, play some music." Professor Yang said softly as he finished laying the drapes and was tidying the electrocautery wires.

"All right, Professor Yang." The anesthesiologist was also polite; he glanced at the various readings and immediately went to open the player on the computer.

The uplifting song "Good Luck Come" began to play.

"Professor Yang, is it okay for the volume to be this loud?"

"Fine." Professor Yang didn't care about the volume; it was just background music. By linking this song to Zheng Lao Ban far away in Sweden, it felt as if he were standing beside him. The purpose was simple—nothing more.

"Professor Yang, the connection is starting." The engineer sent by Ning Shu said.

"Good." Professor Yang nodded; he had finished preparations on this side, and Director Han of the Women and Children's Hospital, accompanied by an assistant, stepped down from the stage, making space on the operating table for Professor Yang.

"Hey hey hey, can you hear me speaking?" Zheng Lao Ban's familiar voice came through the "Good Luck Come" BGM, with a slight stutter, but this was entirely acceptable.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the cesarean section is finished; on this side I can start anytime." Professor Yang said in a low voice.

"Good, I can clearly see your operative field on my end." Zheng Ren's voice came through: "I'll go first, you just follow along. Relax—the surgery isn't actually that difficult."

Professor Yang was not annoyed by the faint tone of an old professor speaking to a student in Zheng Lao Ban's words; on the contrary, he felt a sense of steadiness and reassurance.

The full‑metal surgery image began to move.

The footage shows the robotic arm surgery being performed in the interventional hybrid operating room of 912, with a sterile drape covering the 3D‑printed simulated human; aside from the missing lower‑abdominal incision, everything is identical to what Professor Yang sees before him.

The initial step is the simplest—just opening the skin. Yet faced with the surgery encased in a full metal shell, Professor Yang and everyone in the operating room stared, entranced.

Like a sci‑fi film, except the image has been swapped for the familiar operating room everyone knows.

The robotic arm gave a slight twist, after which the simulated fingers grasped the scalpel and set it on the skin of the 3D‑printed simulated human.

Success or failure hinges on the details—everyone knows that. Even if Zheng Lao Ban were at the peak of his ability, he could not carry out remote surgery in the Stone Age.

And the details… Professor Yang observed that the mechanical hand wielding the scalpel adopted a pen‑like grip, a standard posture fit to be printed in textbooks for children to study.

Opening the skin, a 15 cm incision, another robotic arm's electrocautery immediately moved in. The footage was silent, but amid the familiar sight of electrocautery using high heat to staunch bleeding between the skin's capillaries, Professor Yang made out a faint crackling.

Blunt dissection—the four robotic arms worked in perfect unison, and the striking contrast between the metallic feel and the 3D‑printed simulated human evoked a marvelous sensation.

They are not human; though the 3D‑printed simulated human has been rendered as lifelike as possible, everyone knows it is a high‑tech product. Just like the metallic‑textured robotic arms, there is utterly no distinction.

Blunt dissection, peritoneal protection—forceps clamped the gauze pad, and in the details Professor Yang saw that the forceps avoided the skin, landing exactly in the subcutaneous tissue, within a hair's breadth.

It appeared the robotic arms Zheng Lao Ban had obtained were of very high resolution, Professor Yang thought.

The four robotic arms moved in perfect sync—the "assistant" retracted the peritoneum, and the "operator" slipped the suction device in as the peritoneum was opened.

Here lay a lapse; Professor Yang finally spotted a tiny deviation from actual surgery—the suction device was inserted just a bit more slowly.

About a 0.8‑second lag.

Having teamed up with Zheng Lao Ban in numerous procedures—whether a Ge Xie Disease resection or a liver‑cancer embolization followed by resection—Zheng Lao Ban would instantly slip the suction device in the instant the peritoneum was opened, lest ascites and blood leak into the peritoneal cavity and compromise the peritoneal protection.

There is still a difference, Professor Yang thought.