Shuntiantang Hospital.

Dr. Miyamoto stood in front of Yamatoda Fukaya with his head down.

Yamatoda Shimoya is the director of cardiac surgery at Shuntiantang Hospital and the first full professor of surgery. His surgery level is very high and he is well-known worldwide. And in Shuntiantang Hospital, he is a powerful existence.

Dr. Miyamoto was thinking when he knew that Yamatoda Shigeru had refused to be a judge and wanted to take his students to participate in the competition.

Regarding interventional surgery, Dr. Miyamoto has been beaten by Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen without any idea.

Whether it is DK-breast sh surgery that modify the fixed-level or artificial coronary dissection surgery that breaks through the peak of human operation, it is not something that Dr. Miyamoto can surpass.

This involves personal understanding of the operation and the operation of a mountain higher than a mountain after the peak, which is beyond human capacity...

He made a mistake in surgery and was beaten up by Zhou Congwen again. After returning to China, he was often laughed at. So Dr. Miyamoto's life has been very bad recently and he has deep resentment.

"Miyamoto, you are too proud of Dr. Huang." Yamatoda Fuka was also standing in front of the window, staring at Miyamoto, and said disdainfully.

"Minister Yamatoda, Dr. Huang is indeed old, but his surgical level has not declined."

"So what?" Dr. Fukaya Owada smiled slightly and slowly closed his eyes.

The sun was about to set, and the setting sun shone on him through the glass window, as if neon lights were falling, colorful.

"The Queen's operation some time ago..." Dr. Miyamoto said this and paused for a moment. He suppressed the shame in his heart like a wave and said in a deep voice, "Although I don't like it, I still have to admit that Dr. Huang's level is quite high."

"And his students can also perform artificial coronary dissection surgery independently, which is simply incredible."

"Is Dr. Zhou who is going to participate in the competition this time?" Owada Shibu also closed his eyes and raised his right hand slightly.

His hand was in a pen-holding manner, as if he was holding a scalpel in his hand.

Looking backwards, Dr. Miyamoto seemed to be in front of the operating table, and he could feel the cold light of the scalpel in his limbs and bones.

Yamatoda Fukaya is no longer young and is about to retire.

This time, he participated in the World Cardiac and Thoracic Surgery Competition, mainly to let his celebrity surgeon student brush his resume. Fortunately, he took over as the first full professor of surgery after retirement.

This is a rule and a tradition. Dr. Miyamoto is very clear about the meaning of Fukaya Yawada.

His qualifications and level will definitely be invited to be a judge, but Yamato Da Shigeru also refused the invitation and instead participated in the competition as a contestant.

Looking at Minister Yamatoda's figure, Dr. Miyamoto gritted his teeth and told the truth.

"Minister Yamatoda, I found out that Dr. Huang's students were selected for this time..."

"Do you think my surgery is not good?" Yamato Tatsuya also closed his eyes slightly, his wrist trembled, his right hand was as stable as a rock, holding a pen-like knife and slashing down the air.

The knife did not exist, but Dr. Miyamoto felt the sharpness that cut through his chest.

"No, no, no, I dare not underestimate your surgery!" Dr. Miyamoto lowered his head again, and his hands were hanging on both sides of his body, as he was extremely respectful.

The virtual scalpel slipped down, and Dr. Yamato Tatsuya seemed to be immersed in the operation.

His hand had changed into a hand shape, and it was obvious that his chest was about to be opened and was being separated bluntly.

"Dr. Chu from Mayo Clinic chose the same procedure as me, and he is my only competitor. If it weren't for Dr. Chu, I wouldn't have to participate in the competition myself this year."

"Doctor Chu?" Dr. Miyamoto was stunned.

He wondered why Minister Yamatoda was not paying attention to the powerful Zhou Congwen, but Zhou Congwen's defeated general, Mayo's boy Chu Yuntian.

"Mayo Clinic is my opponent, Dr. Huang is just an exception, and he is old. He is over, and the beauty is old and beautiful like cherry blossoms. But no one can keep it, this is the rule."

"Minister Yamatoda, please listen to me."

"Doctor Chu is still young, he is the future. If I don't participate in the competition, Xigu is only half sure."

Minister Yamatoda did not seem to hear Dr. Miyamoto's words, but instead spoke and performed the operation on his own.

"Tell young people the last lesson and tell them that coronary bypass surgery is not what they do."

"Minister!" Dr. Miyamoto raised his voice and interrupted Fukaya Owada.

Suddenly, Yamatoda Shibuya raised his hand, as if a scalpel appeared in his hand at some point, and the blade passed through Dr. Miyamoto's carotid artery.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Dr. Miyamoto was startled.

"What's wrong?" Yamato Tatsuya continued to indulge in his surgery.

"The surgery chosen by Dr. Zhou is a one-stop coronary artery bypass surgery for small incisions."

Yamatoda Shigeru paused the "knife" in his hand.

“What a small incision?”

“It is said that it is only 6-7m.”

Silent, silent, dead.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yamatoda Fukaya’s hand gently raised and continued the operation.

"What do you think?"

"Minister, I have students at the University of Frankfurt." Dr. Miyamoto said softly.

He said, looking up at the expression of Owada Fukaya.

Minister Yamatoda closed his eyes slightly, as if his whole body and mind were immersed in the operation, and he didn't hear what he was saying at all.

Dr. Miyamoto knew Minister Yamatoda's habits very well, and since he had no objection, that was feasible.

"Your surgery is of high quality, and I shouldn't be too troublesome, but make sure it's foolproof. I can ask my students to take out the CDs delivered to Frankfurt and destroy them, and no one knows about it."

Yamatoda Shibu was already free and began to analges with blood vessels. He pressed his right index finger deeply, and the length of the analgestic line in his hand was clear about the material, and the technique was soft and proficient.

But he stood alone in front of the window, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, as if his heart was broken and blood was splattering all over his body.

Minister Yamatoda did not reply to Dr. Miyamoto's words, as if he had not heard them at all.

"Dr. Huang is a judge this year, but he can't go."

"You know about the Republic, Dr. Huang is already working on the front line, and I have confirmed this."

Dr. Miyamoto said softly.

"You listen, can you hear the sound of beautiful background music? The surging vitality flows under the surgeon's hands. This is the praise and praise of perceived life."

Yamatoda Fuka also said something irrelevant.

"Minister, then I will say goodbye first." Dr. Miyamoto knew it, he bowed deeply, then turned around and went out.

The moment the door was closed, Yamatoda Shibuya's hands were frozen in the air, his eyes deep, staring at the door that had just been closed.

"Only a small incision of 6m? Can coronary artery surgery do this?"

It took a long time before Yamato Tatsuya was puzzled.

At the same time, the index finger of the right hand was pressed deeply, and in the void, the sound of the anastomosis line being pulled out due to excessive tension.

"Ba~"
Chapter completed!