Healing Doctor

Chapter 397 Slow Down

"Professor Deng, what are you doing?" Director Sui had just stepped out of his office to prepare for surgery when he saw Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen from the First Affiliated Hospital standing in the corridor like two puppets, so he asked curiously.

Deng Chaohong and Director Sui briefly described what had just happened.

Director Sui was in a hurry to start the surgery. What was originally just a casual question never stopped him from moving.

But when he heard that the patient's follow-up MRI revealed that there was no fluid accumulation in the joint cavity after the anterior cruciate ligament repair surgery, he stepped forward with both legs, but tried to push his ears back, as if the movement had been split in two by an invisible hand.

"Ouch~"

The next second, Director Sui fell to the ground, almost hitting the back of his head on the ground.

"Director Sui, be careful." Deng Chaohong quickly helped Director Sui up.

"What did you just say?" Director Sui asked anxiously, sitting on the ground, not having time to get up and not caring about the stares of others.

"During Zhao Dali's postoperative follow-up examination, there was no fluid accumulation in the joint cavity of his left knee," Professor Deng said briefly.

"!!!" Director Sui's eyes lit up.

I knew that the surgery Ji Xiang was performing was no simple matter, but I never expected it to go to this extent.

"Has the MRI scan been uploaded?"

"It's been sent; you can see it on the computer."

Director Sui seemed to have become more than ten years younger. He braced himself on the ground and leaped up.

"Let's go take a look."

Deng Chaohong followed Director Sui to the director's office, while Fan Chengen followed behind blankly, as if possessed.

Director Sui's computer was very fast; it was a special computer provided by the hospital for each department head. He quickly found Zhao Dali's imaging data.

No fluid buildup!

No fluid buildup!!

No fluid buildup!!!

"Awesome!" Director Sui said in a hoarse voice.

"That's pretty impressive."

"The key is the anterior cruciate ligament. How come I can't see any surgical damage? It's as if it was never torn at all." Director Sui looked at the MRI images with doubt.

Deng Chaohong also noticed this, but when it came to the deeper aspects of film viewing, he only had a vague feeling and wasn't sure.

Upon hearing Director Sui's words, Deng Chaohong quickly replied, "That's what I think too."

"I saw Xiao Ji's stitches during the surgery... hahaha, the stitches were very rough. I thought it would look quite awkward after the surgery. But I didn't expect it to be seamless and perfectly fine."

The idiom "seamless" is most apt when describing Zhao Dali's MRI images on the computer.

This surgery seemed to have the ability to reverse time, bringing Zhao Dali back to his best condition before the surgery.

This is true both in terms of joint effusion and the morphology of the ligaments.

I just don't know if anything unexpected will happen when Zhao Dali is at the event.

"Xiao Ji said we can start rehabilitation training today."

"It's training, not exercise, right?" Director Sui found the crux of the problem.

"Yes."

"Only 5 days after the surgery! Only 5 days!!" Director Sui exclaimed in shock.

"Doctor, we still need to see the results of the surgery. I'm worried that starting rehabilitation training too early will put too much strain on the anterior cruciate ligament."

"It's alright, just report to me about Zhao every day..."

"Zhao Dali".

"Report on Zhao Dali's recovery." Director Sui looked at the MRI images excitedly, like an LSP seeing a beautiful woman, or a drunkard seeing a bottle of 82 Moutai.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he was practically drooling.

Only those who have performed countless surgeries know what this MRI image means.

Director Sui gripped the mouse, examining the footage frame by frame. He could vaguely discern the locations of cuts in some areas, proving the footage was accurate.

The recovery was so perfect that it created an illusion.

[Dad, you've answered the phone.]

[Dad, you've answered the phone.]

After an unknown amount of time, Deng Chaohong was awakened by Director Sui's cell phone ringing.

"Feed?" Director Sui, his eyes still glued to the computer, absentmindedly picked up his phone.

"Director Sui, the patient is lying on the table after the anesthesia. If you finish your lunch before coming up, I'll cover the patient with a blanket," the head nurse from the operating room said sarcastically on the other end of the phone.

"..." Director Sui then remembered that he still had a surgery to perform.

"Do you even have a shred of self-awareness?!"

The head nurse in the operating room cursed directly.

"You requested five hip replacement surgeries today, and the surgery time will last until 5 PM. I still need to arrange for people to perform them consecutively. Didn't you know you could have had the surgery done earlier? Should I arrange for someone to carry you to the surgery in a sedan chair?"

"They really think they're so great, huh?"

The head nurses in the operating room are all very assertive; apart from a few professors and department heads, they can snap at anyone in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, stop yelling, stop yelling, I'm going right now." Director Sui usually doesn't have such a good temper, but today his eyes were full of Zhao Dali's MRI images, and he had no mind to argue with the head nurse of the operating room.

Director Sui stood up, glanced at the MRI images a few more times with lingering reluctance, and made clicking sounds.

This is a professional's heartfelt sentiment and praise.

"Professor Fan, let's go." Deng Chaohong pulled Fan Chengen, who was equally dumbfounded, away from the director's office.

"Don't run, come slowly!"

In the corridor, Ji Xiang and Zhao Dali came into view. Ji Xiang was holding Zhao Dali's hand, as if Zhao Dali would sprint out of sight at top speed if they weren't careful.

"Zhao Dali?" Director Sui asked in surprise as he saw him walking quickly step by step.

"Hmm!" Zhao Dali's face turned bright red, as excited as a Border Collie seeing a flock of sheep.

Does your left knee hurt?

"It doesn't hurt!" Zhao Dali said. "It's just that I haven't dared to exert myself for a long time, so it feels a bit unfamiliar. But after walking a few dozen steps, I gradually got used to it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Director Sui, Deng Chaohong, and Fan Chengen stared in disbelief as Zhao Dali strode forward with incredible speed.

If Ji Xiang hadn't been holding him back, this hothead would probably have already started running.

Is this a patient 5 days after surgery?

Is this really a patient who's 5 days post-surgery?!

If they didn't know the whole story, they would definitely think it was the patient's family putting on an immersive performance.

"You... slow down," Director Sui instructed before turning to go into surgery.

He muttered to himself as he walked, "How could it be so fast? Is there something wrong?"

This question also lingered and echoed in the minds of Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen, buzzing and swirling.

It's good that the patient is recovering quickly. But when it's too fast and too unscientific, it's hard to believe.

"Slow down, let's do the standard training now." Ji Xiang said calmly, only stopping Zhao Dali from running, but not interfering with normal activities.

"Xiao Ji," Deng Chaohong asked, pulling Ji Xiang along, "I'm still not sure. Do you think Zhao Dali's ligaments are okay?"

After asking the question, Deng Chaohong felt a little embarrassed.

In that instant, he seemed to become a medical novice, even more so than the resident physicians.

(End of this chapter)