Healing Doctor

Chapter 608 The Future Will Be Written in Textbooks

"Teacher, I can't perform the surgery," Lin Jiu said.

"How could that be?" Tang Chenghua patted Lin Jiuze on the shoulder with a smile. "This is a great opportunity. Although there aren't many surgeries in the field of sports medicine, each surgery can help you accumulate more reputation."

Do you know what kind of patients need treatment from sports medicine specialists?

"Teacher, have you watched any variety shows?" Lin Jiu didn't continue the conversation after the teacher's question, but asked the same question again.

"I've seen it." Tang Chenghua wasn't surprised. He answered calmly, "Since that little guy doesn't agree to come to Boston, I don't think there's any problem with you performing the interventional surgery."

Lin Jiu remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his teacher's opinion.

"Let's take a look at Wenban Yama first."

The two drove to the Department of Sports Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital.

The Celtics have their own medical team, most of whose members are experts from the Department of Sports Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital.

The surgery itself is not difficult; the challenge lies in the postoperative recovery.

The treatment has stalled temporarily due to the sponsor's proposal. The sponsor, being a major financial backer, should naturally have their opinion respected.

Otherwise, if tens of millions of dollars are poured in every year, who will bear the consequences if the surgery fails?

Professor Smith insisted that Zhao Dali was an exception, and he could cite similar examples. He did not believe that the team that performed the surgery on Zhao Dali could have restored Wenban Yama to her original state.

Upon arriving at Massachusetts General Hospital, Lin Jiu put on a white coat, unbuttoned, and after briefly inquiring about the patient's past medical history and reviewing all available test reports, went straight to Wenban Yama's ward.

He stood by the hospital bed with a pen and paper, but did not speak to Wenban Yama.

Wenban Yama's English had a baguette flavor, hard and crumbly, which Lin Jiu didn't like.

He began writing detailed surgical records on paper.

After finishing writing, he looked up at it, then shook his head, and then looked down to write another technique.

"Tang, sometimes I feel that Lin is a witch doctor," Professor Smith said with a hint of sarcasm as he stood outside the ward with Tang Chenghua.

"He's someone who can create miracles," Tang Chenghua and Professor Smith said calmly, standing outside the transparent glass as they watched Lin Jiuze writing something on a piece of paper.

"If it weren't for so many cases, and if I hadn't personally witnessed Lin's interventional surgery being performed like an angel descending, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to wait a few days," Professor Smith said. "Damn it, after the surgery, I'm definitely going to poke the sneaker sponsor's ass with a baguette that Banbanama loves to eat."

"This is medical treatment, this is surgery. Do they think they can do whatever they want just because they have sponsorship, or even exorbitant sponsorship?"

"Smith, my friend, please trust Lin," Tang Chenghua said softly. "I've never seen Dr. Lin make a wrong decision. Not before, and certainly not this time."

Professor Smith shrugged.

Lin Jiu is a remarkable doctor. In addition to his superb surgical skills, which are like those of an angel, he also has his own habit—whenever he encounters a difficult patient, he always stands in front of the patient and writes or draws.

As for what he wrote, nobody knows.

Lin Jiu would shred A4 paper with a paper shredder, then take it home and burn it in the fireplace.

It's a strange hobby, but who doesn't have strange hobbies?

Professor Smith knew that Professor Irwin, a cardiac surgeon at King's Hospital in England, always wore his lover's underwear before performing major surgeries.

In comparison, Dr. Lin's little quirks are more acceptable.

Lin Jiu finished writing another paragraph, looked up at Wenban Yama, and then shook his head.

"Dr. Tang, are you really going to ask that young doctor to perform the surgery? This is the most absurd thing I've ever heard."

"No, that doctor is not willing to come to Massachusetts to perform the surgery."

"He wouldn't dare," Professor Smith said with certainty. "An occasional successful surgery can be considered a miracle, but if it's done frequently... no, if it's repeated a second time, it will definitely fail. Their techniques cannot withstand scrutiny, cannot withstand replication."

Tang Chenghua thought so too, but he didn't say anything, he just stared at Lin Jiuze through the glass window.

This time, Lin Jiu was clearly very dedicated; he spent a long time writing on the paper, longer than he had ever done before.

But when he looked up, Tang Chenghua still didn't see the miracle happen.

Lin Jiu would shake his head each time, turn to the next page and continue writing, which made Tang Chenghua's heart clench.

Because he trusted Lin Jiuze, Tang Chenghua had the "correct" judgment in his mind that the so-called new technique simply did not exist.

Lin Jiu possesses keen "intuition," a fact that has been proven numerous in the past.

If even Lin Jiuze couldn't complete the interventional surgery, who else in the world could?

No, absolutely no doubt, no one could do it.

As for the Bundesliga's rising star who just underwent surgery, that's an exception, an exception that can't be replicated.

"Tang, Dr. Lin's expression says it all. Do you still have any illusions?" Dr. Smith asked.

"Ugh."

The two remained silent, watching Lin Jiu perform a face reading.

Lin Jiu was extremely serious; he "watched" for a full half hour before coming out.

"Nine, how is it?"

Lin Jiu pursed her lips and remained silent.

His expression and silence already spoke volumes.

Lin Jiu then used a paper shredder to cut the A4 paper into shreds by himself and burned it in the bathroom. After completing this series of "prayer-like" steps, he did not leave the bathroom immediately, but instead took out his phone.

Lin Jiu thought for a long time, then took out his phone and dialed Ji Xiang's number.

When Lin Jiuze pressed the dial button, his fingers gripped the button tightly, and his nail beds turned pale.

"Hello, Dr. Ji Xiang." Lin Jiu said very politely and gently, even with a hint of servility in his tone.

"Dr. Lin, hello, don't you need to adjust to the time difference?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I just reviewed the patient's condition and consulted with specialists in Massachusetts. The situation is not optimistic." Lin Jiu ignored Ji Xiang's joke and said bluntly, "Dr. Ji Xiang, I know it's impolite, but I still have to ask."

"The surgery, although I haven't done many, I think it's already a standard procedure and will probably be written in textbooks in the future."

Ji Xiang's confident tone made Lin Jiu pause slightly.

If a stranger said this, even if it was a renowned figure in academia, Lin Jiu would absolutely not believe it.

But this is Ji Xiang, the surgeon who performed the thrombectomy with him despite having completely contraindications.

Lin Jiu knew perfectly well just how skilled Ji Xiang was.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Dr. Ji Xiang, I'm older than you, may I call you Xiao Ji?"

"certainly."

"I'm a few years older than you, so I'll be frank with you."

(End of this chapter)