Healing Doctor

Chapter 607 He suffered just as much as he deserved.

What's the problem?

Lin Jiu was stunned.

Having your own medical team at Massachusetts General Hospital is probably the brightest future for 99.99% of doctors in China.

He also mentioned the matter of tenure.

While the chances are slim, this would be a huge windfall for doctors in China. Isn't making big money abroad more appealing than staying in China?

Lin Jiu couldn't understand why Ji Xiang refused.

"Dr. Ji Xiang, do you know what a tenured professor is?" Lin Jiu asked tentatively.

He felt that Ji Xiang had misunderstood the concept, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally asked the question.

"I know," Ji Xiang said with certainty. "The tenure system means that once appointed, the appointment can continue until retirement. They are not subject to the school's various periodic assessments of teaching and research workload, and there is no pressure of being dismissed. At the same time, they also enjoy the tenure allowance issued by the school."

"In China, people say there are 'iron rice bowls' (guaranteed jobs), but a tenured professorship is the real 'iron rice bowl'."

"..." Lin Jiu looked at Ji Xiang with a slightly complicated expression.

He thought for a moment, "Dr. Ji Xiang, are you worried about not being able to be hired as a tenured professor? Based on my understanding of Massachusetts General Hospital, you will definitely receive an offer within 5... no, 3 years."

"It's not that I lack confidence in you or in myself, it's that I'm not interested," Ji Xiang said with a sincere smile.

Lin Jiu was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now," Ji Xiang said.

"No, there's one more thing. Do you think it's feasible?" Lin Jiu said.

"What's wrong?"

"Here's the thing, the NBA's Celtics have a French star named Vincent van der Yama who has a torn knee ligament and needs surgery." Lin Jiu didn't hide anything and briefly described Zhao Dali and Van der Yama's situation to Ji Xiang.

"I watched Zhao Dali's recent match clips and it's hard to believe that he just underwent surgery not long ago."

"Oh? Is everything going smoothly on Dali's side?" Ji Xiang suddenly became interested.

"You...don't know?"

"I haven't been in touch with Dali much lately because of the show I've been on," Ji Xiang said. "Could you send me a copy of the edited video?"

Only then did Ji Xiang's attitude towards Lin Jiuze soften slightly.

Lin Jiu, of course, didn't want Ji Xiang to use words like "face forward." He nodded and said seriously, "If you agree, I will contact Massachusetts and strongly recommend you to perform the surgery."

Lin Jiu was very careful with his words when dealing with the stubborn Ji Xiang, even using terms like "supporting surgery" which were beyond the scope of common sense.

There was also a lot of infighting at Massachusetts General Hospital, and Lin Jiu was under immense pressure when he said those words.

"Wenban Yama... I remember the Spurs tanking and going after Wenban Yama back then." Ji Xiang changed the subject. "Is he with the Boston Celtics now?"

"That year, the Celtics lost to the Warriors again in the Finals, but they had incredible luck in the draft lottery, drawing Wimbledon with a 0.62% chance," Lin Jiu explained helplessly.

"Ha, 0.62%, the Celtics are really lucky."

"Dr. Ji Xiang, if you'd like to wait until after the program, you'd be kind enough to come..."

"Dr. Lin," Ji Xiang interrupted Lin Jiuze in a deep voice, "I would be very happy if you could bring your patient, but if you're asking me to go, then forget it."

Lin Jiu was stunned.

Does Ji Xiang not know how much benefit it would bring him if he performed surgery on Wenban Yama and the surgery was successful?

He must know!

But Ji Xiang refused his invitation without a second thought, without the slightest hesitation.

Why!

"Dr. Ji Xiang, please reconsider," Lin Jiu said earnestly.

"I've thought about it, and I know the gap." Ji Xiang shrugged. "A few years ago, when I was a freshman, I had a senior who did basic experiments. At that time, Eppendorf, NEB, Agilent, and Thermo Fisher were under embargo, so we could only use domestic materials."

"How should I put it? The experimental data makes it seem like the lab has been sealed off by the Trisolarans' sophons. Seriously, materials with the same designation, yet the data produced is truly indescribable."

"..."

"I've said too much, sorry. I think the medical standards at Massachusetts General Hospital are very high, and I'd like to go there too," Ji Xiang said with a hint of regret. "Even just to take a look would be nice."

"That……"

"Hey." Ji Xiang shook his head. "Dr. Lin, I look forward to working with you. To be honest, your surgery is the second best I've ever seen."

"Who's number one?" Lin Jiu blurted out.

Ji Xiang didn't explain, but said with a smile, "If Wenban Yama can come to Baiyi University for surgery, I would welcome her."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. I still have medical records to write."

After speaking, Ji Xiang smiled, bowed, and left politely.

Lin Jiu looked at Ji Xiang's retreating figure, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Companies like Eppendorf, NEB, Agilent, and Thermo Fisher are not familiar to the average person, but Ji Xiang knows them inside and out and understands the differences in strength between them and domestic reagent companies.

Why!

Lin Jiu stood there, lost in thought for a long time, but still couldn't find an answer.

Time was running out, so Lin Jiu simply flew back to Boston.

As soon as Lin Jiu got off the plane and exited the airport, he saw his teacher standing at the exit wearing a black coat.

"Teacher, what brings you here?"

Tang Chenghua smiled kindly, "Jiuze, your return to China this time wasn't smooth, was it?"

"Teacher, you watched the program, right?"

"I saw it. That young man is ridiculously strong," Tang Chenghua said. "You tried to invite him but failed? Does he not know the level of technology here?"

"No, teacher, I can sense that Dr. Ji Xiang knows everything," Lin Jiu said frankly. "There's nothing I can do; he refused very firmly."

"Oh, it's alright." Tang Chenghua smiled. "I heard a story—a cattle thief was caught, and the county magistrate gave him a few choices. One was to be fined ten taels of silver, the other was to be given twenty lashes, and the third was to eat two catties of cow dung."

Lin Jiu knew that the teacher liked to tell some short stories, so he listened quietly.

"The thief was stingy with money and disliked the smell of manure. He was young and strong, so he chose to be beaten with a cane. But he couldn't stand it halfway through and switched to eating cow dung. He ate two bites and vomited it all up. He couldn't eat anymore and still paid ten taels of silver in the end."

"That stupid thief," Lin Jiu laughed.

"Ji Xiang is the same; he suffered just as much as we did, and in the end, he still had to make the same choice as us," Tang Chenghua said. "No rush."

"Should we go back to rest or take a look at the video footage first?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"Go straight to the hospital, I want to see Wenban Yama."

"This type of surgery has never been done like Ji Xiang's before, but judging from that kid playing in Europe, the postoperative results were excellent, and Wenban Yama's agent team really wants the same treatment results."

"I will do my best," Lin Jiu said cautiously.

(End of this chapter)