Healing Doctor

Chapter 387 A promising talent wasted like this

Even with surgery, no matter how low the probability, something could still go wrong.

Any procedure, whether it's an appendectomy, hernia repair, clavicle fracture fixation, or even endoscopic polypectomy, can potentially lead to complications.

"If nothing goes wrong, it means we haven't done enough," Director Bai often said.

That's what they say, but when something goes wrong, the doctors still remain silent.

Everyone wants to be well, whether they are doctors or patients.

"The patient's family was furious and almost smashed up the endoscopy room," said Director Liu. "Director Bai worked for 22 hours straight to resolve the situation."

No one else asked how it was solved.

The person who walked in safely this morning is gone just like that. Trying to calm down... just thinking about it makes everyone's scalp tingle.

The only commendable thing is that Director Bai solved the problem without hesitation in just 22 hours.

"The patient's family cursed from top to bottom, but didn't say a word about the junior doctor who treated him. That doctor had just started working, and I thought something terrible was going to happen to him, but I never expected that he would be completely unharmed at the center of the storm."

"Although I knew what was going on without asking, I still inquired about it later and found out that he had communicated extremely well with the patient's family."

"Good communication is very important," Lu Gang said.

"Yes! I've seen Xiao Ji's communication skills; they're very good. However, you should continue to work hard in the future."

Ji Xiang nodded repeatedly.

Even if the older generation's advice is a bit long-winded, you should just listen to it.

"Tell me, what kind of patients have you encountered in the orthopedics department?" Director Liu nodded in satisfaction when he saw that Ji Xiang understood.

"What's special is that it's an athlete," Ji Xiang began. "Communicating with the patient every day after surgery and helping her to overcome her feeling that her movements are limited is quite challenging."

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Provincial weightlifting team.

"Coach Zhang, someone's looking for you!"

"Take a break, I'll come back and practice later," Coach Zhang said to Li Cailing.

Li Yunxia has only been back for a few days, and the speed of her recovery is making Coach Zhang a little uneasy.

Her recovery was extremely fast, faster than any other athlete she had ever seen, completely overturning Coach Zhang's preconceived notions about shoulder injuries and post-operative care.

"Okay, Coach!" Li Yunxia said honestly.

Her face was flushed with excitement, and she became more and more convinced that what the young doctor had said was true—that she could definitely return to her peak and win a prize at the next National Games.

Coach Zhang walked out of the training field and saw a middle-aged man standing against the wall with a dark face. Anyone could tell that he was in a very bad mood.

"Old Feng, what's wrong?" Coach Zhang asked.

Coach Feng was his best friend. Although they later worked in different fields, their friendship from their youth remained unchanged because there was no competition between them.

"What's wrong? Tell me." Coach Zhang put his arm around his shoulder and walked out.

"Damn it!" Coach Feng cursed viciously. "I finally found a promising talent, who has been scouted by the Borussia Dortmund youth team. He passed the training assessment and was ready to play there, but he tore his left cruciate ligament during training the day before yesterday."

"!!!" Coach Zhang's heart clenched.

Although anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) rupture is a simple procedure and in principle does not cause significant impact, those in the sports world know that an ACL rupture means the end of an athlete's career.

Many football stars have seen their performance plummet after rupturing their cruciate ligaments in their knees. They can no longer perform movements that they could do easily, and their performance drops drastically from perfect to failing.

No wonder my old friend was so depressed.

After the two left the training hall, they found a quiet spot, and Coach Zhang immediately reached into his old friend's pocket.

It's considered very unserious to carry a pack of cigarettes while training athletes; they can only smoke secretly.

Coach Zhang is better off coaching female athletes, but my old friend coaches soccer players, and those hormone-fueled youngsters are really hard to manage.

"Have a smoke and take a break." Coach Zhang lit a cigarette for his old friend and comforted him. "It's all fate, what can you do? If Yao Ming hadn't suffered one serious injury after another in the NBA because of his weight gain, and if he had been able to catch up with the current small-ball era, he wouldn't have needed to gain weight at all. With his athleticism, height, and ball sense, his historical status would have been at least a level higher."

"Sigh," Coach Feng said with a troubled expression, "Have I ever bragged to you? Yao Ming, how could I possibly reach Chairman Yao's level?"

"Of course I've shown off. The year before last, when you were on vacation, you went hiking in the mountains and saw a child running all over the hills. In your words, he ran faster than a rabbit, and his stamina seemed limitless."

"The key is that he doesn't sweat at all! You know, he doesn't sweat!" Coach Feng clenched his right fist and swung it forcefully, but finally let it fall limply, and his head drooped.

Not sweating means the child didn't use his full strength at all.

Therefore, no one knows just how energetic that young man is.

For athletes, this is considered a natural talent.

However, with one injury, everything was gone.

"Don't think about it anymore. If your cruciate ligament is torn, you're basically done for." Coach Zhang wanted to comfort him, but he still wanted his old friend to face the reality, "You and I both know this is fate."

"Sigh." Coach Feng sighed deeply. "How's your precious girl? She bragged to me last time that she could win a gold medal at the National Games, but last time she was with you, you were as drunk as a dog."

At this point, Coach Zhang's expression became complicated.

"Our lives are just really tough," Coach Feng said blankly. "We found some promising players, and what happened? One serious injury after another. It's fucking damn bad!"

"Cai Ling... seems to have recovered."

"Recovered? Are you kidding me?" Coach Feng said disdainfully. "Although very few of the boys under my tutelage have shoulder injuries, we all know that after surgery, athletic ability drops by at least 40%, and it's impossible to return to peak performance."

He was talking about Li Cailing, but in his heart he was thinking about that mad dog under his command.

It's a pity that the national long-distance running team asked him for members so many times, but he refused them all in the end, even offending many people because of it.

That kid had such a bright future. If he could make it in Dortmund and get into the Bundesliga, I could die in peace.

but!

Good luck tricks people.

Coach Feng took a deep drag on his cigarette; the smoke was thick and stinging his eyes, blurring his vision.

"Hey, stop fucking peeing," Coach Zhang said disdainfully. "I'll show you around after you finish your cigarette."

"What are you looking at?"

"Watch Cailing's training," Coach Zhang said, still somewhat dazed, as he hadn't quite accepted the situation.

Actually, he wasn't against accepting it; rather, he was worried that it was all an illusion.

"Really? It can be restored?" Coach Feng asked doubtfully.

(End of this chapter)