Healing Doctor

Chapter 396 It's normal if there's no fluid buildup.

Five days after the surgery, there was absolutely no fluid buildup in the joint cavity!

That's impossible.

This unscientific!

Fan Cheng'en stared blankly at the MRI image, his mind completely blank.

He was the first patient he took on, and he knew all the tests and examinations inside and out, even better than Deng Chaohong.

He personally witnessed the surgery.

On the 5th day after surgery, even with top-notch surgeons, some fluid accumulation is inevitable.

No matter how precise the operation is

No matter how low the trauma level is

Joint effusion is inevitable, there will be no surprises!

but!

Not a single drop of fluid could be seen in the MRI images.

Why!

Deng Chaohong was also somewhat puzzled, but he was mostly overjoyed, thrilled, and amazed. Moreover, seeing Fan Chengen's dumbfounded expression made Deng Chaohong even happier.

He is honest and kind, but that doesn't mean he can be bullied.

The surgery was indeed very effective, to an outrageous degree, which made Deng Chaohong begin to believe Ji Xiang's judgment—that Zhao Dali could begin rehabilitation training 5 days after the surgery, and that he would be able to run on the football field 2-3 months later.

This surgery was absolutely amazing!

Deng Chaohong was filled with emotion.

"Deng...Deng...Deng..."

A series of stuttering sounds interrupted Deng Chaohong's secret smugness.

Looking back, Coach Feng was standing at the door, looking at him with a face full of unease.

"Coach Feng, you didn't go back?" Deng Chaohong waved with a smile. "Were you worried about the MRI? I have good news for you, the surgery was a great success."

"Giggle~~~" A series of giggling sounds came from Coach Feng's throat.

When Deng Chaohong gave him a positive answer, he couldn't believe it.

"Come on, let's take a look at the MRI." Deng Chaohong smiled and pulled Coach Feng in. "Normally, there will be joint effusion after surgery, no matter how skilled the surgeon is. But we used a new technique that didn't affect the structure of the joint cavity too much, so there is no effusion."

Coach Feng was taken aback.

Although he is not a doctor, he has come into contact with many athletes who have retired due to illness, and he has heard countless stories about complications such as joint effusion.

There was no fluid buildup, which is good news no matter what.

"If you do as Dr. Ji says, you can start rehabilitation training today. But be careful with the amount; don't overdo it. You know all this, but I just wanted to remind you in case you need help."

"Right now? Really?" Coach Feng was still a little confused. He stood next to Deng Chaohong as if in a dream, looking at the film he couldn't understand.

After Deng Chaohong's explanation, even though he couldn't understand the film, Coach Feng wanted to hug the computer screen and kiss it twice.

"Professor Deng, is it true...?" Coach Feng was afraid that Deng Chaohong was joking with him, so he calmed down and asked cautiously.

"Look, even Professor Fan came all the way from the First Affiliated Hospital to learn the new techniques," Deng Chaohong said, casually retorting to Fan Chengen's earlier comment.

Fan Cheng'en's throat tightened, as if a thermos stopper had been stuffed in, making it feel incredibly blocked.

These were the words he had just said, but Deng Chaohong used them to refute him.

"!!!" Coach Feng then noticed Fan Cheng'en's presence.

Joy began to emerge in his heart little by little, like a seed sprouting, full of anticipation.

Zhao Dali's future seems to have regained a glimmer of hope.

"Let's go back first," Deng Chaohong said.

"Alright!" Coach Feng, like a child, skipped and hopped as he pushed the wheelchair away.

"Professor Fan, let's go back too." Deng Chaohong patted Fan Cheng'en on the shoulder. "Aren't you busy today?"

"That's impossible. How could there be no fluid buildup? There's no fluid in the joint cavity after surgery. Did you drain it beforehand, Lao Deng? That can't be right." Fan Cheng'en kept asking, not Deng Chaohong, but himself, asking himself the same question.

He simply didn't have an answer to that question.

Deng Chaohong wanted to start mocking him, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

I would feel the same way if I were in Fan Chengen's shoes, and I don't understand why there is no fluid buildup.

Just go back and ask Ji Xiang.

Back in the ward with the zombie-like Fan Chengen, Ji Xiang was busy changing his dressing.

"Xiao Ji, wait a minute." Deng Chaohong called out to Ji Xiang, "Zhao Dali's film is out."

"I saw it," Ji Xiang said. "I just checked on the computer, and it looks pretty good. I'll go change his dressing and tell him about post-operative recovery exercises..."

"Ji Xiang... Doctor, why is there no fluid buildup?" Fan Cheng'en asked directly, without any hesitation.

"Why would there be fluid buildup?" Ji Xiang asked rhetorically.

"It's from the impact of the surgery. It's impossible to have no fluid buildup after surgery," Fan Chengen replied matter-of-factly.

"Hehe." Ji Xiang chuckled. "One of my senior classmates went to the Montreal Neurological Treatment Center in Canada, one of the top three hospitals in the world. The top doctors there performed a wedge resection in his brain, and the CT scan after the surgery showed no edema in his brain tissue."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen were both dumbfounded.

The idea that brain tissue as smooth as tofu has no edema sounds like a fantasy.

Ke Jixiang provided detailed information about the hospital, so he shouldn't be afraid of being investigated.

"Brain tissue can be without edema, and the joint cavity is much more resilient than brain tissue, so it would be strange if there was fluid accumulation." Ji Xiang smiled slightly. "Just be careful during the surgery and don't cause any further damage to the patient, it's that simple."

"..."

Professor Deng and Professor Fan were taken aback. They both had a feeling that Ji Xiang was interfering with his own existence.

"Professor Fan, if there's nothing else, shall I go change the dressing?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Dr. Ji, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course." Although Ji Xiang was just repeating the Versailles-like case from the system NPC, he firmly believed in it.

"Professor Fan, orthopedics isn't like carpentry; when it comes to precision, it can rival neurosurgery in spinal surgery," Ji Xiang said earnestly. "Especially sports medicine, which requires extreme precision. Keep up the good work; I believe you'll definitely do even better in the future."

After saying that, Ji Xiang smiled slightly, said something to Deng Chaohong, and turned to change the dressing.

Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen were both amused and exasperated.

A word of encouragement from a resident physician struck them as utterly absurd.

However, despite their near-perfect recovery after the anterior cruciate ligament surgery, neither Deng Chaohong nor Fan Chengen could utter a single word.

The real cases are happening right here in the hospital ward; questioning them is pointless.

Moreover, they were all doctors. Although Fan Cheng'en looked down on the Second Affiliated Hospital for taking his surgery, he knew his place and knew that he had met a master this time.

But Fan Chengen didn't sigh much; his mind was constantly occupied with the joint cavity that had no fluid buildup.

Can surgery really achieve this level of effectiveness?!

(End of this chapter)