Chapter 2061: Chapter 1782: Packed Classroom (Part 2)

Yang Ping took the films, walked to the window, and looked at them against the light. The surrounding crowd automatically made space, no one dared to squeeze in, everyone stretched their necks and watched.

"This position is very dangerous." Yang Ping pointed at a spot on the film, "Both vertebral arteries are encircled. How do you plan to handle it?"

The middle-aged doctor said, "I plan to embolize first, then go from the posterior route..."

Yang Ping listened while nodding occasionally, interjecting a few remarks: "Pay special attention to the trajectory of the vertebral artery in this area." "Here, you can free up a bit more space to make room for tumor resection." "Before the surgery, be prepared for the worst case, ensure adequate blood supply, and be ready to temporarily block the vessels during the operation."

The people nearby held up their phones to record, afraid to miss a single word.

Another person who squeezed in was a girl holding a notebook filled with questions. Blushing, she asked them one by one. Yang Ping answered each question, sometimes countering with, "What do you think?" The girl was so nervous that she stumbled over her words, but Yang Ping listened and nodded: "Your approach is correct, but you haven’t considered one point—the relationship between the tumor and the dura mater, how do you plan to handle that?"

The girl was a young doctor without clinical experience, she hesitated for a moment, then suddenly understood.

Someone nearby whispered, "You’re so lucky that Professor Yang is guiding you individually."

The girl excitedly said, "I’ll note this down and show it to my mentor when I go back."

There was also an elderly doctor with gray hair, standing on the outside of the crowd, not squeezing forward. Yang Ping saw him, motioned for him to come over. The old doctor walked over, took Yang Ping’s hand, and said, "Professor Yang, I’ve been retired for ten years, but today I specially came to listen to your class."

Yang Ping said, "You’ve worked hard."

The old doctor shook his head: "It’s not hard, I just wanted to see what kind of talent our country has produced. Having seen you, I’m relieved."

Yang Ping was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you."

The old doctor held his hand for a long time.

In the second half of the class, Yang Ping talked about scoliosis correction.

He displayed an image of a fifteen-year-old girl with scoliosis of 105 degrees, her entire body twisted like a pretzel. There was a gentle intake of breath in the classroom.

"I saw this case last month at Xiehe Hospital," he said, "at the time, I asked the students what they planned to do? Some suggested using a Ponte osteotomy, others PSO osteotomy, some said the fusion segments should be longer, some said shorter."

He looked at the audience and asked, "What do you think should be done?"

Many people in the audience raised their hands.

Yang Ping scanned the room and pointed at a boy wearing glasses in the last row: "You speak."

The boy stood up and said, "I think Yang-style osteotomy should be used to truly correct the angle."

Yang Ping asked, "Why?"

The boy said, "Because it’s 105 degrees and rigid. Ponte osteotomy shortens the posterior column and is useless for such a large angle. PSO osteotomy is three-column resection with limited correction. Only Yang-style osteotomy, which you proposed as scattered deformity osteotomy, can simultaneously correct the coronal and sagittal deformities, while minimizing the potential for spinal cord injury. For this case, only that method will work."

Yang Ping nodded and asked, "And what about the risks?"

The boy thought for a moment and said, "The risks... include significant bleeding and a high risk of nerve damage. Because the osteotomy surface is large, with wide exposure, both the vertebral arteries and nerve roots could be affected."

Yang Ping said, "Yes, so do you dare to do it?"

The boy laughed, "I don’t dare now, but I will definitely dare in the future."

Yang Ping looked at him and suddenly laughed.

"What’s your name?"

The boy said, "My name is Zhang Lei, a third-year doctoral student under Teacher Jin."

Yang Ping nodded, "Zhang Lei, remember what you said today. In the future, when you encounter difficult cases, don’t just see the risks, also see the opportunities. Risks can be avoided, but once opportunities are missed, they are gone forever. Missing an opportunity might not be a big deal for us doctors, but it could affect a patient’s entire life."

Zhang Lei stood there, his face reddened, nodding vigorously.

People nearby looked at him with eyes full of envy.

The school bell rang.

Yang Ping closed his lecture notes and said, "That’s all for today’s class, see you next week."

No one in the audience moved.

Yang Ping was taken aback, "Class is over."

Still, no one moved.

Then someone started to stand up and applauded. Followed by the second, third, more and more people stood up, the applause grew louder, like a tide rushing towards the podium.

Yang Ping stood there, looking at the young faces, the bright eyes, the hands clapping vigorously.

He suddenly felt a bit dazed.

He too stood under the podium watching his teacher. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Now he stood on the podium.

He bowed.

The applause grew louder.

As Yang Ping exited through the side door, he was surrounded by a crowd.

"Professor Yang, can we take a picture together?"

"Professor Yang, can I add you on WeChat?"

"Professor Yang, what will you teach in the next class? I want to prepare in advance!"

Yang Ping handled them one by one, smiling.

Director Liu squeezed in, sweating profusely: "Professor Yang, please hurry up and leave, you won’t get out otherwise."

Yang Ping said, "It’s okay, I’m not in a hurry."

He looked at the young people surrounding him and asked, "Are you all from Nandu Medical University?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then started talking excitedly, "I’m a master’s student!" "I’m an undergraduate!" "I’m a doctoral student!" "I’m in training!" "I’m here for further study!" "I’m from Shanghai!"...

Yang Ping laughed, "Then many of you came to audit today?"

Everyone laughed, someone shouted, "But sometimes you can’t even audit!"

Another shouted, "I woke up at six and cycled for an hour from the east side of the city!"

Someone else shouted, "I asked my director for leave, saying Professor Yang was lecturing, and he said, go quickly, just don’t come back!"

Laughter erupted.

Yang Ping looked at them and suddenly said, "Do you know what I like the most?"

Everyone quieted down.

He said, "What I like most is seeing young people like you. Willing to learn, willing to squeeze in, willing to get up early. Today you can squeeze into this class, in the future you can squeeze into the operating room, squeeze into the forefront of research."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I squeezed in like this in my day too."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then someone started clapping.

Director Liu finally managed to persuade the crowd to make way, and Yang Ping walked out.

As he reached the entrance of the teaching building, he looked back.

There were still many people gathered at the entrance, students taking photos, doctors chatting, old professors standing on the steps looking in this direction.

He saw the girl with a ponytail standing in the crowd waving at him; the retired doctor of ten years slowly walking away; Zhang Lei still standing in the hallway, holding his notebook as if noting something down.

He turned around and got into the car.

Assistant Ershun asked, "Professor Yang, directly back to the hospital?"

Yang Ping nodded.

The car exited the school gate, turning onto Binjiang Road, outside the window, the kapok flowers were still vibrant red, stretching far into the distance.

He leaned back in the seat, closed his eyes.

The voices were still echoing in his ears: "Hello Professor Yang!" "Professor Yang, I came from two hundred kilometers away!" "Professor Yang, can you give me a signature?"

And the words of the old doctor: "I just wanted to see what kind of talent our country has produced."

He opened his eyes, looking out the window.

The young faces, the bright eyes, the hands clapping vigorously, flashed before his eyes.

He recalled Director Han standing in front of him, looking at the wrong application form and saying, "Since he’s here, let him finish the exam."

It was precisely because of those words that he was kept in the Orthopedics department of Sanbo Hospital, later guided, nurtured by Director Han, Professor Zhang Zongshun, and Dean Xia, allowing him to move forward unimpeded.

At that time, whenever he was the chief surgeon for high-risk surgeries, Director Han and Professor Zhang would be present, Director Han standing on the platform during breaks with the gown and gloves, Professor Zhang sitting below the stage, and they would remind the patrolling nurse to write their names on the surgical record sheet.

Yang Ping knew, they were silently supporting him, and if any issues arose, they would bear the responsibility.

It was precisely because of their silent support that Yang Ping could fully utilize his talents.