Healing Doctor

Chapter 394 This child won't amount to anything.

"6-0 catgut." Ji Xiang reached out.

Tang Yan adjusted herself, quickly threaded the 6-0 catgut needle, and slapped it into Ji Xiang's hand.

"What are you going to do?" Shi Shuo asked, puzzled.

"Just suture it, avoiding the area around the capillaries. The less damage, the better the postoperative recovery," Ji Xiang replied.

"What are you thinking?" Director Shi Shuo scolded, lowering his voice to whisper in Director Sui's ear, "I thought it was some advanced technique, but it turns out to be an old technique that has been abandoned for many years and proven to be ineffective."

Director Sui was also a little embarrassed.

The technique of directly suturing an incompletely torn anterior cruciate ligament has indeed been abandoned for a long time.

Generally, autologous tendons are used to replace ligaments, or high-value ligament replacement materials are used. Both options have their advantages, and there are valid reasons for choosing either one.

But Ji Xiang's case is a bit of a stretch.

Shi Shuo almost burst out laughing, thinking that the young doctor who was ranked number one in the country would demonstrate some kind of superhuman skill.

He turned a simple surgery into a complex hybrid procedure, but in the end, he faltered and started suturing directly.

"What's his name?" Shi Shuo asked Director Sui.

"Ji Xiang".

"Great name," Shi Shuo praised. "Dr. Ji Xiang, you haven't had a tendon removed before, have you?"

"Hmm?" Ji Xiang was about to suture when his gaze fell on the screen directly opposite him, preparing to use his keen observation skills.

Just then, Shi Shuo came up to him and whispered something in his ear. There was no question in his words, only ridicule.

Is it necessary to humiliate yourself?

Ji Xiang turned to look at Shi Shuo, his gaze clear but not squinting. Instead, he looked down at Shi Shuo directly.

Director Shi was taken aback. The moment Ji Xiang's gaze fell upon him, he felt as if he had returned to his youth, when he had made a mistake and was being stared at by the old director with a stern look.

His eyes were filled with regret for his lack of ambition and the sentiment that "this child will not amount to anything in the future."

Director Shi Shuo's fat face jiggled, almost splattering fat onto his mask.

This deep-seated fear was awakened, and he fell silent, at a loss for what to do.

Ji Xiang didn't say anything excessive, nor did he use the skill "Superior Doctor's Gaze." He simply "looked" at the talkative Director Shi Shuo.

With the advancement of technology, Ji Xiang himself didn't realize that his every move had begun to resemble that of a senior doctor.

Turn back and begin stitching.

The 6-0 catgut suture passes through one end of the ruptured ligament and exits from the other end.

Location……

In the eyes of Director Sui, Shi Shuo, and Professor Fan, the location chosen by Ji Xiang was simply appalling.

Crooked and twisted.

The tendon can be anastomosed using a figure-eight suture or other suture methods. The location should be in the center to ensure even stress distribution on the tendon and prevent re-rupture after surgery.

But Ji Xiang seemed to have no idea how to perform surgery; the angle of the sutures in his hand was odd and looked particularly unpleasant.

"This is acceptable?" Professor Fan almost laughed out of anger. He hadn't seen the look Ji Xiang had given his director just now, and said helplessly.

"Professor Fan, this is the only way to sew it up in order to avoid the capillaries," Deng Chaohong suddenly said.

Silence fell over the operating room. Ji Xiang stitched up only one stitch, just like when stitching skin. The 6-0 catgut was tied into a delicate instrument knot and then cut with long scissors.

"Don't worry about the capillaries, it's all just for show," Professor Fan said dismissively.

Suddenly, he felt someone touch his leg. He looked up and saw it was Director Sui.

"Director Sui, what's wrong?"

"Look at the angiography." Shi Shuo didn't look at Ji Xiang's surgical screen, but instead looked at a frozen frame of the angiography screen.

Professor Fan looked on with suspicion and focused intently.

Although he was a top expert in sports medicine at the First Affiliated Hospital, with one of the best technical skills in the province, he couldn't understand the angiography images in his haste.

Medical specialties are becoming increasingly refined, with strict barriers between them.

Even Professor Fan, a top expert in orthopedics and sports medicine in the province, could not pinpoint the exact location of the distal blood supply to the anterior cruciate ligament in the patient's left knee.

"Teacher..." Professor Fan whispered to Shi Shuo, but he didn't know what to ask.

Shi Shuo concentrated, repeatedly comparing the frame of image reserved in the imaging with the place where Ji Xiang threaded the needle, but he was still completely bewildered in the end.

While they were comparing the results, Ji Xiang continued the surgery. He seemed to be working at a moderate pace, but the torn anterior cruciate ligament was already sutured while they were talking.

Although it wasn't aesthetically pleasing and the suturing technique was different from what people were used to, Ji Xiang insisted on "forcibly" ending the surgery.

The left knee joint cavity was rinsed with warm saline solution, and there was almost no bleeding. The warm saline solution that was aspirated did not contain any blood.

However, this point was overlooked by Shi Shuo and Professor Fan.

They didn't understand Ji Xiang's surgery. In their minds, the surgery was rather crude and could only preserve less than 50% of the patient's function.

Postoperative rehabilitation training may lead to complications such as ligament rupture.

This possibility is not low, and it completely deviates from the patient's original intention of being forcibly discharged from the First Affiliated Hospital to have surgery at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

"The surgery is complete." Ji Xiang said to Zhao Dali after stitching up the skin. "You can start moving around tentatively 3 days after the surgery, and you can start light exercise 5 days later."

"Dr. Ji, how much can it recover?" Zhao Dali asked anxiously.

"It shouldn't be a big problem," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "If nothing unexpected happens, you can appear on the Dortmund youth team field in 2-3 months."

"!!!" Zhao Dali clenched his fist tightly.

"But it depends on your own skill level."

"I can definitely do it!" Zhao Dali said firmly.

"That's good. I hope you can get into the Bundesliga soon." After exchanging a few words with Zhao Dali, Ji Xiang turned around and beckoned Zhao Zhe to pull the stretcher. The group lifted Zhao Dali onto the stretcher and sent him back to his ward.

"Director Sui, is this the new surgical technique you've developed?" Shi Shuo was a little confused; Ji Xiang's surgery had completely exceeded his expectations.

Shi Shuo once thought that it was because some manufacturer had high-value consumables for Phase 4 clinical trials that the Second Affiliated Hospital had such strong confidence with brand-new, more resilient ligaments.

He was furious that no one had told him about this "advanced" thing.

But to my utter surprise, what I saw at the Second Affiliated Hospital was a hybrid surgery, and the whole process was indescribable.

"It wasn't our department." Director Sui was determined not to take the blame. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "This is the first time I've seen this surgery. I don't know how effective it will be."

"Director Sui, with such rough stitching, what do you think the effect will be?" Professor Fan said dismissively.

"I can't say for sure," Director Sui said in a deep voice. "The surgery is already done; we'll just have to wait and see how it goes."

(End of this chapter)