Healing Doctor

Chapter 688 Gods Cannot Shed Blood

"It's done!" A glimmer of starlight flashed through Lin Jiu's mind.

Isn't this a standard control group?

The teacher's purpose in calling was quite obvious, and she made no attempt to hide it.

Where there are people, there are conflicts. Wen Banya first came to China with Lin Jiuze for a consultation, but ultimately refused to perform surgery. Tang Chenghua was somewhat unhappy and was waiting to see them make a fool of themselves.

"Teacher, how is Wenban Yama doing after the surgery?"

"I watched the entire surgery and felt it was done to the best of its ability, but compared to what you said about Neymar's surgery, I feel there's something wrong with it."

"Sir, I have some video footage of Neymar's recovery here. Is it convenient for you to have it?"

"convenient."

The master and apprentice quickly finalized the agreement, displaying perfect understanding.

People who work in clinical practice and academia tend to have a scientific mindset; they don't care what others say is good, they believe what they see.

"It will probably take some time before Wenban Yama can engage in simple rehabilitation exercises."

"Normally, the question should be, how is Neymar's recovery going?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"I've already stepped onto the pitch, but it will be at least another month before I can actually play."

"So fast!"

Lin Jiu was slightly taken aback. He then realized that he had been watching Neymar's medical team communicate with Ji Xiang and was initially amazed by the speed of Neymar's recovery.

But gradually, it became a habit.

We can't be surprised every time we see Neymar's information.

Gradually, I've come to realize that all of this is normal.

However, with the comparison of Wenban Yama, we should be able to more accurately assess Ji Xiang's surgical approach.

"I'll give it a try," Tang Chenghua said in a low voice.

"Teacher, the data isn't difficult, is it?" Lin Jiu asked, somewhat puzzled.

"God, blood must not be shed."

Tang Chenghua said something completely inexplicable.

But Lin Jiu understood immediately.

Massachusetts General Hospital is an affiliated hospital of Harvard Medical School and is one of the top five hospitals in the world, a supreme institution in the pantheon of the medical community.

God cannot shed blood!

The fact that he bleeds proves that he is a mortal.

Simply put, top-tier hospitals have their own dignity and pride.

If we really examine Vengaman and Neymar together under a magnifying glass, what if, what if Vengaman's surgery fails?

Do Massachusetts General Hospital have no shame?!

Therefore, collecting information on Wenban Yama was somewhat difficult.

"Teacher, please be careful," Lin Jiu said solemnly.

"It's not that bad. I'm doing normal academic work. As for sports medicine... a lot of people are waiting to see them make a fool of themselves," Tang Chenghua laughed. "It's just that data collection is a bit difficult, especially when the sports medicine team found that Wenban Yama's recovery was not optimistic."

"Nine, how's it going on your end?"

Tang Chenghua changed the subject.

"It's alright. Dr. Ji Xiang has published many papers using Neymar's surgery, including in The Lancet and professional journals like American Journal of Sports Medicine."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

As an expert, Tang Chenghua certainly understands the significance of these journals.

Even he was envious.

Neymar's surgery was groundbreaking, and it would be strange if it didn't produce at least 10 research papers.

but!

To Tang Chenghua’s surprise, Ji Xiang published the article in The Lancet in a very short time.

"Teacher, it seems that Ji Xiang has connections with the judges, which I find strange."

"Review? Contact?"

"Ji Xiang said it was through email, but when I see how fast the papers are published, I sometimes get a sense of disorientation and feel that Ji Xiang and the reviewers are on equal footing."

Lin Jiu said.

His words were somewhat awkward, but Tang Chenghua understood what he meant.

Writing papers is something even Nobel laureates need, let alone ordinary experts.

Investors don't just look at the highest honors; they also look at the number of papers published. They don't understand anything; they only know things like big data and models.

Therefore, if a research project has no related output, there will be far less funding.

The reviewers have close connections with each other, which is a tacit understanding. As long as the paper is not too bad, the reviewers will turn a blind eye.

You read a few articles today, and my students will read a few more tomorrow.

So when news of Nobel laureates publishing papers was released online, some of which were even direct copies and extremely poorly made, nobody in the industry paid any attention.

What gives Ke Jixiang the right?

"Let me ask you something, Jiuze, when are you planning to come back?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"I'll take another look."

"Time is limited."

"I know, teacher," Lin Jiu said respectfully.

Tang Chenghua hung up the phone, while Lin Jiu stared blankly at the indicator lights in the fire escape.

People were walking around in the fire escape, but they ignored Lin Jiuze's presence. Some were even startled when they almost bumped into him.

Lin Jiu found it somewhat tricky.

With the offer letter from Massachusetts General Hospital in hand, he needed to hurry back and organize his team; but as for Ji Xiang... Lin Jiu found it increasingly interesting and mysterious, and his curiosity and other thoughts were whipping at him like a lash.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Jiu returned to his office to continue working.

……

A few more days passed.

Lin Jiu had been keeping an eye on Ji Xiang's email.

Because his English level far surpassed Zhao Zhe's, Ji Xiang's email account was handed over to Lin Jiuze to manage.

An email appeared in my inbox. The address looked familiar; it was from Neymar's medical team.

Lin Jiu hovered the mouse over the email, but hesitated for a moment and didn't open it.

"Dr. Ji Xiang, Neymar's email has arrived," Lin Jiu greeted Ji Xiang.

"Oh, how's the recovery going?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I haven't seen it yet."

"Click to take a look."

Ji Xiang was very casual, so casual that he treated Neymar's recovery as simply as eating and drinking, as if it didn't deserve much attention.

Lin Jiu was slightly surprised and opened the email.

As before, what came into view were MRI images and related physical examination data. As for the analysis report that followed, Lin Jiu didn't even glance at it.

If you can analyze it yourself, there's no point in looking at other people's analysis reports.

Lin Jiu glanced at the MRI images and compared them with the previous images in his mind, then fell silent.

Neymar's recovery...

Well, how should I put it?

It was as if his Achilles tendon had never been injured.

At least the MRI images do not show any signs of injury.

This was no longer a restoration, but a reversal of time and space, a thought flashed through Lin Jiu's mind.

Ji Xiang indeed lacks the ability to modify, and Zhao Dali's improvement is most likely due to his youth and ongoing physical development.

Neymar hasn't changed, but that in itself is the biggest change!

Before the surgery, everyone could only hope that Neymar would recover to his pre-injury level as much as possible and suffer as little damage as possible.

However, the MRI scan told Lin Jiuze that Neymar had recovered to his pre-injury state!

(End of this chapter)