Healing Doctor

Chapter 390 Poaching

"Why are you throwing such a tantrum?" Director Sui asked calmly after the other party had finished venting.

"Director Sui, we had a gentleman's agreement back then, and we agreed not to poach each other's players," Director Shi said solemnly. "Today, a player from the provincial football club was supposed to have surgery, but his coach insisted on being discharged and said he wanted to have the surgery done here."

"Huh?" Director Sui was taken aback.

"Our First Affiliated Hospital is second to none in sports medicine in the province. Does Director Sui also want to get involved in this area?"

"I'm just asking; it's not my business," Director Sui said, denying any knowledge of the matter.

"It wasn't you... hey."

"Director Shi, give me some time." Director Sui suppressed his anger, and more importantly, he remembered the banner at the door earlier.

That Nezha seems to be from a sports team too, so there must be a connection.

After Director Sui figured it out, he chuckled, and his previous displeasure vanished.

If you guys aren't capable enough, patients will come to you on their own, so how can you blame anyone else? Dry stools are just a matter of Earth's gravity not being strong enough.

Director Sui was overjoyed after learning about Deng Chaohong's situation.

Before the surgery, he made a phone call to Director Shi of the First Affiliated Hospital.

"Director Shi, I've already inquired about the matter."

"Hmph!" Director Shi snorted coldly.

"A little over a month ago, there was an athlete on the weightlifting team who looked like Nezha, did you know that?"

"I remember her. She had a rotator cuff tear, underwent surgery, and developed impingement syndrome post-surgery. I recommended she go to Jishuitan Hospital," Director Shih replied.

He might not remember other things, but the word Nezha is so vivid and deeply ingrained in people's minds that he will never forget it.

"Yes, that patient had surgery at our hospital, performed by Deng Chaohong." Director Sui frowned. "So what? A patient who underwent a second surgery, is there a problem with that?"

"The patient has reportedly regained his motor function, bench pressing 110 kg, which is completely back to his pre-injury level."

"..."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

"Director Shi, it's not that I'm trying to poach them. The patient couldn't afford to go to Jishuitan Hospital, so they had the surgery performed by one of our professors. Do you think the coaching staff wouldn't know about the results?"

Director Sui's tone became increasingly playful, and he felt a sense of satisfaction.

This can't be considered poaching at all; rather, it was Deng Chaohong's exceptional performance that embarrassed the neighboring hospital.

Emm, that's really great.

"That's impossible. That's a rotator cuff tear, and it would require a second surgery," Director Shi muttered to himself.

"What's impossible? Go ask around if you don't believe me. Alright, I've looked into the situation here. This morning, the patient came to present a banner of appreciation, and another coach is desperately insisting that his player stay for surgery."

"..."

"It really has nothing to do with me, Director Shi. I'm hanging up now. I have six hip replacement surgeries today. You know, in our orthopedics department, I can't even keep up with all the joint replacements. Why would I take your patients away, right?"

"..."

There was still silence on the other end of the phone.

Director Sui hung up the phone, humming a little tune as he went into surgery. He didn't care at all about finding Deng Chaohong.

He wasn't interested in sports medicine; it was a double-edged sword, neither appealing nor worth discarding, and nothing beat joint replacement.

……

……

Shi Shuo remained silent for a long time before he found Coach Zhang's phone number and called him with some skepticism.

After confirming the information once again, Shi Shuo was completely bewildered.

Rotator cuff injury, suture impingement syndrome, secondary surgery—these related terms echoed in Shi Shuo's mind.

Every word is a headache; it's absolutely impossible to restore athletic ability to its pre-injury level.

Director Sui and Coach Zhang said that the patient could bench press 110 kg, had fully recovered, and showed no signs of any problems.

Shi Shuo didn't believe it.

Not to mention the provincial capital, even Jishuitan, the National Sports Center, or even world-renowned sports medicine experts cannot reach this level.

I wasn't feeling well today, and the surgery was a bit bumpy. After barely finishing today's surgery, Director Shi called Director Sui to schedule a consultation for anterior cruciate ligament surgery on his knee.

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Night had fallen. In Northeast China, it gets dark early in winter, and the clouds in the sky were darkened by light pollution, turning them a dark red, which looked particularly oppressive.

Zhao Dali lay on the hospital bed, silently watching the light outside the window, feeling empty inside.

From heaven to hell, all it takes is one injury.

He always carried the invitation from Dortmund with him, but it had lost all meaning.

This morning, I was supposed to go to the operating room for surgery, but the coach stopped me and absolutely refused to let me have the surgery at the First Affiliated Hospital.

Coach Feng "arbitrarily" processed the automatic discharge procedures. Even though the Second Affiliated Hospital was not a designated hospital and could not fully reimburse the expenses, he preferred to pay out of his own pocket to transfer himself over.

What are the differences between the First Affiliated Hospital and the Second Affiliated Hospital?

Zhao Dali didn't understand; he was only interested in herding sheep and playing football, and his understanding of the world was still a blank slate.

How wonderful it would be to still be able to run around with my dog ​​and herd sheep without any worries, but now my left leg hurts as soon as I move it, and I'm afraid I won't be able to run that fast for the rest of my life.

Zhao Dali was somewhat frustrated, but he had never seen prosperity or success. He was frustrated, but not as deeply as Coach Feng.

He was more concerned about not wanting his coach to be disappointed in him.

"Zhao Dali, right?"

A young doctor appeared at the bedside.

"I am who you are?"

"As I said, my name is Ji Xiang, and I'm your attending physician," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "The test results are all ready. We're preparing for surgery tomorrow. Don't eat or drink anything after midnight tonight."

The preoperative examination was done at the First Affiliated Hospital. Copying the results would save a lot of money. Deng Chaohong did not make things difficult for the child and accepted the examination results from the First Affiliated Hospital to prepare for emergency surgery early the next morning.

The reason it was an emergency surgery was decided by Director Sui, who said that Director Shi from the First Affiliated Hospital wanted to come and observe.

"I understand," Zhao Dali said.

"Don't worry, I heard you're a fast runner," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to run anymore."

"The surgery is minor and won't affect your future exercise."

"The doctors at the First Affiliated Hospital said that my ligaments are torn, and even if they are reattached, they are very easy to injure again."

"Let's see how to do it."

Coach Feng felt a little sad and uneasy when he heard Ji Xiang comforting Zhao Dali, so he went outside to smoke a cigarette.

When he returned, he heard that Zhao Dali was in a much better mood and was gossiping with Ji Xiang.

"A while ago, there was this old scoundrel who kept following our team doctor, and calling the police didn't help."

"That scoundrel is almost 70. The police said they didn't have any good options, so a bunch of us 13 or 4-year-olds went to his house, tore down his door, and beat him up. He was taking advantage of his age, so we took advantage of him. You have no idea how strong those bastards on the weightlifting team are. They're really blind."

Zhao Dali spoke with such spittle flying everywhere that Coach Zhang was stunned.

This child is naturally withdrawn, but somehow he seems to have become friends with this young doctor.

(End of this chapter)