Healing Doctor

After Chapter 637, avoid Ji Xiang whenever you see him.

The concerns were only those of Director Bai, Director Liu, and those who understood medicine and cared deeply about Ji Xiang. The audience, like Boss Ding, were swept along by the rhythm of the program without thinking at all.

Mr. Ding's cheeks were flushed with excitement, his hands were clenched into fists, and there were even tears in his eyes.

Neymar has recovered and will be able to play in next year's World Cup!

We absolutely have to win! We absolutely have to!!

This was the only thought in Boss Ding's mind.

"Director Bai, is the surgery okay? It would be wonderful if Neymar could make a full recovery! For so many years, I've wanted to see Neymar lead the Brazilian team to win the World Cup."

"How would I know?" Director Bai wasn't particularly interested in football. He shook his head. "Zhao Dali is just an isolated case, and besides, Zhao Dali is under 20. Neymar, on the other hand, is almost 40. How can they be the same?"

As Director Bai explained the crux of the problem, Boss Ding finally understood the real issue, much like a deflated balloon.

Even if the surgery is successful, Zhao Dali could recover to his peak level, or even slightly surpass it. But Neymar is a veteran nearing 40, and cannot be compared to Zhao Dali.

Being young is wonderful.

However, Boss Ding suddenly became happy again.

"No matter what, as long as Neymar can participate in the World Cup, that's fine. This is the last time. I also know that even if he can go, Neymar won't be of much use, so as long as we can see him on the World Cup stage, that's enough."

"This isn't a high requirement," Director Bai smiled slightly, thinking that if Neymar recovers well, he might still be able to appear on the field at the World Cup.

But what's the point of saying that? Rational fans and Director Bai, among others, simply refuse to believe it.

……

Dean Zhao's home.

Zhao Tianjiao stared blankly at the screen, then said disdainfully, "He's such an old veteran. Even if the surgery hadn't been successful, Ji Xiang would have had something to say. At his age, why doesn't he just retire? He's still stubbornly refusing to leave and insisting on participating in the World Championships..."

Before he could finish speaking, the remote control flew over and hit Zhao Tianjiao.

"What are you saying!" Dean Zhao rebuked coldly.

Zhao Tianjiao was taken aback, then immediately remembered that his grandfather was a Neymar fan.

Before Dean Zhao's career took off, he often stayed up all night watching football and was a loyal fan of Neymar.

Damn it, how could I have forgotten about this? Zhao Tianjiao picked up the remote control sheepishly.

"Dad, I was wrong." Zhao Tianjiao lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

"It's not because of Neymar," Dean Zhao said seriously. "You need to be clear about your goals."

"Target?"

"Yes, I told you before," Dean Zhao said seriously. "Regarding the surgery of that child named Zhao Dali, I talked to Deng Chaohong the day before yesterday. He said he was just an assistant and didn't understand what Ji Xiang did at all."

!!!

Zhao Tianjiao stared in disbelief.

Not understanding and not being able to do are two completely different concepts.

How could I not understand?! Does Ji Xiang think he can carve flowers on stone and make a knee ligament surgery look fancy?

"This is a difference in level. I'm talking about Ji Xiang and Deng Chaohong, not you. You're not even worthy to be compared to Ji Xiang," Dean Zhao said with a serious expression.

"Dad, it can't be that bad."

"You don't understand." Dean Zhao shook his head, staring intently at the GG video on TV, and then said, "Many years ago, when the orthopedics department first started performing arthroscopic surgery, the old director had a description of this procedure."

"What did you say?"

"Taking off your pants to fart."

"Hahaha." Zhao Tianjiao laughed in support.

"At that time, whether it was arthroscopy in orthopedics, thoracoscopy in thoracic surgery, or even the most commonly used laparoscopy, all faced this problem," Dean Zhao said. "There are many different surgical methods for removing an appendix. Now, you can see that it is done through a single incision in the navel, leaving no scars on the body surface after the operation."

"Perhaps you still don't understand, so let's take small lung nodules in thoracic surgery as an example. In the past, small lung nodules required the removal of the entire lung lobe, and many patients would choose to continue observation if they wanted to have a lung lobe removed."

"As a result, the observation delayed the treatment of many patients' diseases, and later, during follow-up examinations, it was found that the tumor had already metastasized."

"Can't we even have a check-up every six months?" Zhao Tianjiao asked.

"There is a possibility that we could just perform a thoracoscopic lobectomy, which would be much better. The surgery would be simple and direct, and would leave no future complications."

"That's true."

"That's the difference in levels," Dean Zhao said. "Ji Xiang is developing a new technique. Even an experienced professor like Deng Chaohong can't explain the specific principles clearly. What are you, a little kid, doing meddling in?"

Zhao Tianjiao was somewhat resentful that his father called him a "little brat." He moved his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Don't be unconvinced." Dean Zhao knew his son too well. He sneered, "From now on, when you see Ji Xiang, either try to get on his good side or avoid him altogether. Any other thought that you want to go against him is wrong and could even ruin your life."

Avoid Ji Xiang.

Zhao Tianjiao clenched his fist, his face full of resentment and indignation.

"I didn't misunderstand," Dean Zhao said. "This is to prevent you from getting into trouble. You'll understand when you're older."

"Yes, I understand, Dad."

"Tianjiao, you still don't understand what a surgical procedure that even our hospital's experts and professors can't understand means." Dean Zhao pointed at the TV and said seriously, "Neymar has his own medical team. If it were a regular surgery, why would he travel all this way to come here?"

Zhao Tianjiao nodded.

"Furthermore, Ji Xiang needs to convince the doctors in Neymar's team before the surgery. Tianjiao, let me ask you, what kind of person do you think deserves to be in Neymar's medical team?"

"He must be a very skilled doctor."

"But did you see them?" Dean Zhao asked, looking at the television.

They seemed to have appeared; the program edited in a few shots showing a group of foreign doctors arguing with Ji Xiang.

As for the result, it's clear that Ji Xiang won. If Ji Xiang had lost, the subsequent surgery would not have been possible.

Zhao Tianjiao seemed to understand his grandfather's meaning, and he began to ponder it carefully.

Does this mean I should really avoid Ji Xiang from now on?

The thought of slinking away from Ji Xiang with his tail between his legs still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Just then, Zhao Tianjiao caught a glimpse of his father picking up his phone, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

What is he trying to do?

"Director Lu, this is Zhao Jixiang."

When are you coming back?

"I have a favor to ask, is it convenient for you? Can you get your hands on a Neymar autographed jersey?"

Zhao Tianjiao stared at his grandfather, stunned.

The old man... actually shyly asked Lu Gang for an autographed jersey!

This is fucking ridiculous!

Zhao Tianjiao was in tears.

(End of this chapter)