Healing Doctor

Chapter 689 No Comparison, No Harm

"Oh? Looks pretty good. You have to be a world-class star, his self-healing ability is really strong, he's flawless." Ji Xiang glanced at Neymar's MRI image and said with a smile.

"..."

This is not just "not bad" at all.

This is already a god-level effect, okay!

Lin Jiu thought to himself, "I feel like Ji Xiang is in Versailles."

But Ji Xiang only talked about Neymar's self-healing ability and didn't mention how well the surgery was done, which made Lin Jiu feel powerless even when he was complaining in his heart.

He wanted to chat with Ji Xiang for a bit.

But Ji Xiang only gave a brief review and went about his own business, not caring about the rest of the video content at all.

Lin Jiu spent a long time looking at the physical examination and test data before finally turning on the video.

Neymar's face appeared in the video, and he was speaking Portuguese, which Lin Jiu couldn't understand at all.

But Neymar's thumbs-up says it all.

The camera flashes to the football field, where Neymar has already started training, unlike the previous video where he could only jump around on the field.

"This recovery is too fast," Lin Jiu remarked, as was her usual way of expressing herself.

There isn't much relevant information. Although Neymar has recovered very well, he doesn't dare to engage in a lot of exercise at the very beginning.

Taking it step by step is good.

It seems Neymar is physically fine, and after a period of training, he should be able to participate in next year's World Cup.

"Thump~"

A notification sound plays.

Lin Jiu glanced at Ji Xiang's email and saw no new messages. He paused for a moment, then immediately remembered that it was his own email.

Looking back at Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe, they were working, very focused.

Lin Jiu opened his email like a thief and saw that it was from his teacher, Tang Chenghua. Judging from the email size, it should be Wen Banya's MRI images and data.

With a sudden thought, Lin Jiu did not open the email, but instead closed his own mailbox and began to organize Neymar's various data.

Zhao Zhe might not understand what data Ji Xiang needed for his thesis, but Lin Jiu knew it perfectly well.

After more than an hour of summarizing and organizing, Lin Jiu printed out the summarized data and handed it to Ji Xiang.

After getting off work, Lin Jiu pretended to be nonchalant, greeted Ji Xiang, and returned to his residence.

He didn't even take off his shoes before rushing into the house and turning on his computer.

Scientific research requires a control group, and using the recovery status of ordinary people as a comparison will always be somewhat unsatisfactory.

Now that the control group of patients who underwent surgery before and after has been brought down from the sky, and is also a top athlete like Wen Ban Yama, how could Lin Jiu not be anxious?

Only through comparison can we gain a clearer understanding.

After opening the file, Lin Jiu saw the MRI image of Wen Ban Yama's Achilles tendon.

There is fluid accumulation near the Achilles tendon surgical area. Although the amount of fluid is not large, any fluid accumulation will have a certain impact on the recovery.

Judging from the MRI images of Neymar and Vicente Mann 3 days after their surgeries, it becomes clear which surgical technique was superior.

Lin Jiu sighed slightly.

The difference is just too obvious.

Instead of relying on impressions, he pulled up Neymar's first follow-up MRI images and Wenbanyama's images for side-by-side comparison.

Almost identical surgeries, performed on a single screen, are like Ji Xiang competing and battling against the medical team at Wenban Yama and the sports medicine experts at Massachusetts General Hospital.

After Ji Xiang's surgery, the area around his Achilles tendon was clean and dry, with no fluid accumulation. It was as if the Achilles tendon had never been operated on at all.

However, the MRI of the control group showed a small amount of fluid accumulation.

The fluid buildup was so glaring on the images that it cast a shadow over Wenban Yama's recovery.

However, judging from the images taken within 5 days after the surgery, Lin Jiu believes that Ji Xiang's surgery is at least one level above the sports medicine experts at Massachusetts General Hospital, reaching the level of Curry's Achilles tendon surgery.

Lin Jiuze always remembered the description of being blessed by the archangel.

He stared intently at the two images on the computer screen, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally let out a sigh.

That's impressive!

There is no harm without comparison.

The contrast of MRI scans reveals that Massachusetts General Hospital's once-proud medical facilities have been almost completely destroyed by nuclear weapons.

Lin Jiu remained silent for a long time before starting his work.

He began recording and comparing the conditions of Neymar and Wenbanyama within five days after their surgeries.

Although this kind of work could never be published as a paper, Lin Jiu believed it was meaningful.

Unbeknownst to her, the scales in Lin Jiu's heart began to tip again.

……

At this moment, Ji Xiang, whose importance in Lin Jiu's heart had increased once again, was in a state of utter distress.

Ji Xiang is getting stitches done in the emergency room.

The patient was burly and had a ferocious dragon tattooed on his back.

The tattoo artist is a master; the dragon tattoo is incredibly lifelike. Although the patient has gained weight since the tattoo was done, causing the dragon to deform slightly, it hasn't had any fundamental impact.

Unfortunately, with one strike, the dragon was split in two.

Ji Xiang is stitching up.

Sweat was already seeping from the sterile cap on his head.

"Young man, sew carefully. Make sure every scale is aligned and neat," the burly man said in a deep voice.

"I'll try my best." Ji Xiang held the hemostatic forceps in his hand, comparing the scales on both sides.

"I got this dragon tattooed when I was young and naive. Back then, I thought having a tattoo was really cool." Although the burly man looked intimidating, he spoke very kindly when he was angry.

"I thought you were some kind of gangster boss," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

"Hey, there aren't that many gangsters," the burly man said. "Back then, during my rebellious teenage years, I worked a part-time job on Xueyuan Road for a whole holiday, and I even used up my living expenses to afford this dragon tattoo. Actually, I wanted to get it removed a few years ago, but removing a tattoo is much more painful than getting one."

"The doctor suggested general anesthesia? But I thought about it and decided against it. I'm already this old, why bother with all that?"

"That's true, there aren't many opportunities to go shirtless these days," Ji Xiang agreed.

"It's just to keep a memento. My wife didn't know her own strength and actually hurt the dragon. Tell me about it." The burly man sighed.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Xiang asked, pricking the burly man's skin with a needle.

"It's alright, I can feel it, but it doesn't hurt. Go ahead, it's not that delicate," the burly man said. "Young man, you'd better keep a close eye on things when you get married, it's a once-in-a-lifetime event. Look at me, a bloody lesson learned the hard way."

"By the way, how did you do that?"

"It's all because I went out for a few drinks. My husband chased me with a knife and slashed me for three blocks."

"..."

"What's wrong with having a few drinks? Is it really necessary? This woman deserves a beating," the burly man said menacingly.

Ji Xiang laughed. If he were really that fierce, it wouldn't be him getting stitches done in the treatment room right now, but his wife.

(End of this chapter)