Healing Doctor

Chapter 395 No fluid accumulation, no fluid accumulation!

The complicated surgery left everyone silent.

Before coming, Shi Shuo had prepared a lot of excuses. He might not be able to do the surgery, but anyone can find fault with things.

however!

After witnessing the surgery, he was basically speechless.

This surgery was beyond his basic understanding of previous surgeries. He had performed hundreds or thousands of anterior cruciate ligament rupture surgeries, but this one was so unfamiliar to him.

They said it wasn't done well, but they used hybrid surgery and even looked at the capillaries in a very professional manner.

However, if there's any merit to it, the surgeon's suturing movements were particularly awkward, and Director Shi really couldn't see what was good about them.

All his words were stuck in his throat. Frustrated, Shi Shuo exchanged a few perfunctory words with Director Sui before going downstairs with Professor Fan.

"Teacher, do you think that young doctor did a good job?"

"I don't know, but I have a very strange feeling in my heart." Shi Shuo kept thinking.

"I don't think it's good, but rather that they deliberately complicate simple surgeries," Professor Fan said with certainty. "I heard that this Dr. Ji Xiangji got first place in the national medical licensing exam this year, and even a perfect score. But the thing he's most famous for is his work in the hepatobiliary field in Shanghai."

"Oh? What's wrong?" Director Shi Shuo didn't know about this.

Professor Fan explained it once, leaving Shi Shuo completely stunned.

No wonder the Second Affiliated Hospital was so lenient; this person is truly no ordinary person.

"I think Dr. Ji's skill level is really high, but it's limited to interventional surgery," Professor Fan said with certainty. "Because of his high level of interventional surgery, he always tries to do hybrid surgeries, making simple surgical procedures complicated."

Shi Shuo nodded slightly; Professor Fan's words made sense.

"But this is surgery. Completing the surgery is just submitting the report; there's also a grade. The patient's postoperative recovery is the real score. What's the point of making the surgery incredibly complicated if no one can understand it? You agree, teacher."

That makes sense.

"I've been following them around these past few days, and my feeling is that these patients won't get past the knee joint effusion hurdle after surgery," Professor Fan said disdainfully. "They can start rehabilitation training 5 days after surgery, but on the 6th day, their anterior cruciate ligament will snap and break."

"There is definitely a problem with the stitching."

"Professor, you're too... kind." Professor Fan hesitated for a moment before finding an adjective, "His stitching was just haphazard; any graduate student I could find could do it better."

"Keep an eye on it."

"Okay, Deng Chaohong and I have a pretty good relationship. We've had drinks together a few times. I told Deng Chaohong that I wanted to go and learn something, and ask when I could have a follow-up MRI of my left knee."

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Director Sui returned to his office, full of suspicion.

When he got back, he felt dizzy, as if he had been lying on the DSA machine for three days and three nights, constantly being fed wires.

It wasn't caused by X-rays, Director Sui knew perfectly well. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and focused intently on recalling the surgery that had just taken place.

Despite the numerous flaws in the surgery, the scene that Director Sui recalled in his mind was the day he rotated through the department, when Director Liu, Mo Chenggui, Colonel Wang, and a group of others enthusiastically brought Ji Xiang from the urology department.

Director Liu even chuckled a few times at himself.

All of this is very strange.

The department head at the Second Affiliated Hospital is a well-known figure in the provincial capital. Although the urology department is not as prestigious as the orthopedics department, he is still the head of the department.

With this background in mind, when Director Sui considered performing the surgery again, recalling and applying what Ji Xiang had said, he vaguely realized where the problem lay.

But it was only vague; Director Sui didn't know exactly what the key points were.

He carefully copied the surgical video, but it was too complicated, and after watching it twice, Director Sui still couldn't understand it. He simply put the surgical video aside and decided to wait and see the patient's postoperative MRI.

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The fifth day after surgery.

Having scheduled an MRI scan in advance, Deng Chaohong took the patient to get the examination early in the morning.

Zhao Dali has been recovering quite well these past few days. He has no pain in his left knee joint, and Deng Chaohong even has a "misconception" that the patient's knee joint does not even have the swelling caused by the surgery.

He performs physical examinations on patients every day, such as drawer tests.

According to the physical examination, the surgery was very successful. Ji Xiang's statement on the operating table that he could start rehabilitation training in 5 days after the operation was not just empty talk, and this rehabilitation training would not be ordinary training.

When I arrived at the MRI lab, Professor Fan was already there.

"Professor Deng, I'm here." Professor Fan said with a smile, "I've come to learn from you. The young doctor under you is really skilled. Every time I think about that surgery, I'm amazed."

Deng Chaohong glanced at him and knew he was being sarcastic.

He listened to Ji Xiang's detailed explanation for two hours, then went into surgery, and still didn't understand. How could Fan Cheng'en understand it? And be so amazed? What a joke!

However, Deng Chaohong was honest and did not refute it.

"Chao Hong, how have the patient's physical examinations been these past few days?" Professor Fan asked.

"All the physical examinations went very well; I feel it's better than I expected," Deng Chaohong said.

"Haha, stop bragging. Get the MRI done right away, or you'll regret it. Don't cry when you see the MRI later," Professor Fan laughed.

Deng Chaohong shook his head, without explaining in detail.

Coach Feng was a little nervous and awkwardly pushed Zhao Dali into the MRI room. He didn't even hear the nurse's warning and almost pushed the wheelchair into the MRI room.

After being scolded for a while, Coach Feng finally came to his senses, said a few words of apology, bowed repeatedly, and helped Zhao Dali lie down on the examination bed in the MRI room.

The airtight lead door was closed, and a buzzing sound came from inside.

The group remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.

About 10 minutes later, the airtight lead door was opened. Deng Chaohong and Fan Cheng'en did not go to see the patient, but stood in the control room staring at the screen.

Soon, the image appeared. After a quick glance, the operator smiled and said, "Professor Deng, your surgery is becoming more and more refined. I saw in the medical record that it was the fifth day after the operation, and there was no fluid accumulation."

Just as he finished speaking, a dark figure shoved him aside. Fan Cheng'en's eyes widened, and he desperately leaned over the control panel, adjusting the MRI images himself.

The doctor in the MRI room was taken aback.

"It's Professor Fan from the First Affiliated Hospital," Deng Chaohong explained briefly, while also focusing intently on the video.

Fan Chengen's technique was skillful, and his hand speed increased to the maximum in the midst of confusion and urgency.

There was absolutely no fluid buildup inside the joint cavity!

How is that possible!

Surgical trauma often leads to fluid accumulation in patients post-surgery, which is understandable and inevitable.

Exudation is a natural self-protective mechanism of the body; postoperative exudation is inevitable whenever surgery is performed.

However, no exudate was visible in the MRI images before us!

"How strange!" Fan Cheng'en stared at the MRI image, his mouth slowly opening wide, almost dislocating his shoulder.

(End of this chapter)