Healing Doctor

Chapter 787 The Hearts of Parents Are Full of Pity

"There's definitely something wrong with the surgery!" Dr. Meltz said without hesitation.

"I didn't understand it either. It was just the simplest cleaning of connective tissue and a few minor sutures. This... is not what I imagined," the head of the Wenban Yama medical team said with a frown and a bitter expression.

"I told you not to come!" Dr. Meltz roared, waving his arms wildly. "Look at them, look at them! They're all liars! How could you believe them?!"

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, this is a contract year, and the agent team and Wenbanyama wouldn't be satisfied without giving it a try. Most importantly, that young man playing in the Bundesliga is about to sign a contract with Manchester City!"

"Zhao Dali has transferred to Manchester City!" Dr. Mertz exclaimed in surprise, then asked, "When did this happen, and how much did it cost?"

"Negotiations are underway, and a contract is expected to be signed soon. The transfer fee is reportedly 8000 million euros."

"My God!" Dr. Meltz exclaimed in astonishment.

Last year's highest transfer fee in European football, which was also a record high, was only 1.5 million euros, and it was a precipitous drop. The second highest transfer fee was far lower than that.

8000 million euros, although far from the highest transfer fee ever, is still a huge contract for a rookie!

He made a name for himself, and a fortune at that.

Dr. Mertz never imagined that such a green young man would be worth so much investment from Manchester City's owners!

"The signing fee was an outrageous 300 million euros." The medical director told Dr. Merz another shocking figure.

"!!!"

"Messi's signing fee was only 200 million euros."

Dr. Meltz stared wide-eyed at the medical director of Wenbanyama.

"After learning about Zhao Dali's transfer, the medical team's opinions no longer mattered," the supervisor sighed. "Although I didn't quite believe it myself, the facts speak for themselves. If the young man's transfer to Manchester City can be explained by youth, Neymar is an old man."

"Mainly because Viktor has been paying attention to that young man named Zhao Dali. Viktor believes that if Zhao Dali can make a full recovery after surgery, he can too."

Dr. Meltz had nothing to say about this.

He had initially backed down, but after witnessing the young demon king's surgery today, Dr. Meltz developed a different mindset.

Perhaps it was all just a coincidence!

Yes, it's all a coincidence. Neymar, Zhao Dali, and even the female weightlifter with the world record and knot impact syndrome that Lin Jiu showed him were all coincidences.

Even Dr. Meltz thought that calling it a coincidence was an overestimation of the so-called Great Demon King.

He was just lucky; there was no surgery that was ahead of its time!

As for Wenban Yama, he deserves to have surgery here. Couldn't he have just rested and done rehabilitation exercises in Boston?

If you insist on having surgery all the way from afar, the most likely outcome is a longer recovery time and a greater impact on motor function.

Zhao Dali's large contract did not impress Dr. Meltz, who instead believed it was just a coincidence.

Dr. Meltz gave the supervisor a disdainful look.

"That young man named Zhao Dali is really lucky," the supervisor remarked. "If only Wenban Yama could reach that level of rehabilitation."

"Don't dream about it," Dr. Meltz said coldly. "We watched the surgery together. Apart from the added angiography, do you see any difference between it and other surgeries? Absolutely no difference!"

The supervisor shook his head in distress.

Because he understood the procedure and had witnessed the entire surgery, his expectations gradually shattered.

It's all just unrealistic fantasy; nothing is possible.

Let alone Zhao Dali and Neymar, even the supervisor, after watching the surgery, only thought how much better it would be if they didn't have to have the surgery.

His thoughts were the same as Dr. Meltz's.

After all, the surgical procedure is so tedious and boring, with nothing new or exciting about it.

While one thing is undeniable—that the doctor named Ji Xiang was indeed quite skilled in surgery, at least his technique for releasing adhesions was very adept, which was the only consolation for the supervisor.

However, this alone is not enough.

It seems like a pipe dream for Wenban Yamaa to regain his previous form and achieve greater success in the playoffs.

Dr. Meltz didn't make too many sarcastic remarks.

It's all the fault of that arrogant yet ignorant young man.

As for encouraging the medical director to argue with that young man? Dr. Meltz felt it was completely unnecessary.

Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief. Lin Jiu, that guy who saw a ghost, was just making a fuss.

Dr. Meltz turned his attention back to Lin Jiuze.

That nasty guy should never set foot in Massachusetts General Hospital again.

The fact that Wenban Yama's post-operative recovery is very poor is the best weapon.

Dr. Meltz did not return home immediately, but stayed to "witness" the postoperative recovery results of Wenbanyama.

Every day's data is important; they are all stumbling blocks on Lin Jiuze's path to advancement.

Dr. Meltz wanted to make sure he fell and got a black eye and a swollen face.

Anyway, Lin Jiu will be the one to perform the surgery. We'll just say it was his surgery. Will the review experts from Massachusetts still come here to verify it?

As time went by, Dr. Meltz gradually began to feel lost.

Although the cast was in place, some details of the physical examination gave Dr. Meltz a very bad feeling—Wenbanyama's recovery was much better than he had imagined.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!!

The word that kept popping into Dr. Meltz's mind was "impossible."

Dr. Meltz could see the entire surgery clearly from beginning to end; it was nothing special, and expecting anything particularly good was absolutely impossible.

However, Wenban Yama's feedback was completely opposite to Dr. Meltz's assessment.

Originally scheduled to return to China in 3-5 days, Wenban Yama's recovery exceeded expectations, causing the team to stay at the Second Affiliated Hospital for longer and longer periods.

……

After completing the surgery, Ji Xiang straightened his chest, and his thoracic spine behind the lead apron made a creaking sound.

"Ji Xiang, you're not that old, how come your vertebrae are in such bad shape?" Tang Yan asked while preparing warm salt water.

"It's alright, I'm still growing," Ji Xiang replied. "Didn't you notice I've grown 0.5cm in the past six months?"

"Really?" Tang Yan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"I won't learn it." Tang Yan refused directly. "I'm 172cm, which is tall enough. Being any taller wouldn't be good."

"That's true, models prefer to be 165-170cm tall." Ji Xiang didn't insist.

"Xiao Ji, is it true or false that you can grow taller?" Zhao Zhe asked curiously. "When I was young, I bought height-increasing shoes. They weren't the kind with insoles inside, but the kind that TV shows said made you grow 5cm taller in 3 months after wearing them."

"Those guys on TV lie without batting an eye, they're fucking idiots. Putting things on is completely useless, a waste of effort."

Hearing Zhao Zhe launch into a long, rambling monologue, Ji Xiang began to reflect, "I was also deceived when I was young."

"You're not much older than me," Zhao Zhe muttered under his breath.

"Back then, everyone was talking about college students becoming special forces soldiers and such. My roommate persuaded me to go out and have fun with them."

"Stay up for a whole day and night, and visit all the tourist attractions? Isn't that just asking for trouble?" Tang Yan asked curiously.

"Yes, but it doesn't seem so," Ji Xiang said. "Our challenge is to live in an unfamiliar city for a month on 100 yuan."

"Well!"

Lin Jiu turned his head to look at Ji Xiang, as if he were looking at a landlord's silly child.

100 yuan is all that's left for two young men to eat at KFC. How could they possibly live on that for a month?

Are we going to have to sleep on the streets every day?

That's just too tragic.

"Ji Xiang, stop bragging... Hahaha, you guys must have failed the challenge."

"We didn't fail. After persisting for 20 days, we felt more and more used to it. Then my mom needed to talk to me, so I went back."

"How did you guys spend those 20 days?" Tang Yan asked curiously.

Airport waiting areas usually have free overnight accommodations, and also provide hot water, Wi-Fi, and chargers.

Bringing two packs of instant noodles will solve your food problem.

Find a random place to sleep, and when you wake up in the morning, go to the McDonald's at the airport. If you see someone finish their coffee and are about to leave, just take it and ask for a refill. You can ask for a different cup.

"That's not right. If you don't go through the security check, how can you wait for your flight?" Tang Yan asked.

Ji Xiang did not answer Tang Yan's question, but continued, "Then we went to find a budget hotel nearby. Because it was the peak time for check-out in the morning, many room doors were open."

We can just go to someone else's vacated room, take a shower, and then come out openly.

After washing up, you can take the subway to the temple, where a free vegetarian meal is usually provided at noon.

"Stop bragging, do you think temples can provide free vegetarian meals?" Tang Yan pouted.

Lin Jiu and Zhao Zhe didn't believe it either.

"I shaved my head before I went there and went to see the abbot, but he wouldn't see me. But that's okay, I didn't want to talk about Buddhism with the abbot anyway, so I told the novice monk that I wanted to have a vegetarian meal. Of course he refused, so I just made up a reason and recited a passage from the Diamond Sutra."

"If I were to encounter a particularly meticulous novice monk, I could recite the entire Diamond Sutra, while he probably couldn't. Asking him for a vegetarian meal wouldn't be unreasonable."

Ji Xiang's words were bizarre; no one in the operating room understood them, nor did anyone believe them.

Just take it as Ji Xiang talking nonsense.

"Xiao Ji, that foreign doctor hasn't left yet. I saw Dean Zhao come to see them yesterday," Zhao Zhe suddenly mentioned.

"Oh, they're waiting for Wenbanyama to recover, collecting data, and making an assessment as soon as possible," Ji Xiang said. "What's Dean Zhao here for?"

"Is he trying to pave the way for his son?" Zhao Zhe said. "If he can get some experience at Massachusetts General Hospital, Zhao Tianjiao will at least be a deputy director when he comes back and Director Sui retires."

"However, Zhao Tianjiao was tricked a while ago and was terrified. I heard that his mental state hasn't been very good lately. We used to see him frequently going back to the orthopedics department to see General Manager Xu and Professor Deng for surgery, but we haven't seen him there since."

"Being a parent is really not easy. You build bridges and pave the way for your child, prepare everything, and there are always risks involved. If you don't have to worry and your child doesn't rebel, that's fine. But if they go through a rebellious phase, they'll come home, lock the door, and not say a word to their parents. It's really frustrating."

"I'm not good at communicating with my child. I've been so worried lately that my hair has turned white. I'm really at my wit's end. My son isn't even in his rebellious teenage years yet, but thinking about the future keeps me up at night."

"Xiao Ji, you just said you went out to play with your classmates. Does that count as rebellion? If my son went out and stayed in a temple every day, I would definitely..."

Zhao Zhe kept talking.

"My dad doesn't care because he traveled to seven provinces without spending a penny when he was young."

"!!!"

"My mom was quite worried and kept telling me to come home. The last time she called, she directly said—Ji Xiang, are you coming home or not!"

"Being called out by my mom is really scary, especially when she calls me Ji Xiang, it's the scariest thing in the world."

"How did your dad manage to travel to seven provinces without spending a penny?" Tang Yan wasn't interested in Ji Xiang's terrifying claims; she thought Ji Xiang's father was even more impressive.

"Squeezing into the station through the crowd, ticket checks weren't so strict back then. After boarding, instead of waiting for the restroom to hide, you'd lie down under a seat. If they saw you during the ticket check, they saw you; if not, you just rode a few more stops."

"Since we don't have any money, the railway police will basically just kick us off the train if they find someone trying to rip us off; they won't do anything else."

While they were talking, the rinsing was finished, and they began to sew.

The circulating nurse walked in from outside, and after the airtight lead door closed, she said mysteriously, "Dean Zhao is here."

"What's he doing here?"

While threading the needle, Tang Yan casually asked a question.

"It seems like that foreigner was with him too, the doctor who was scolded by Xiao Ji."

"Oh?" Ji Xiang smiled, took the needle holder from Tang Yan and began to suture.

"It seems like the patient next door is from a car accident, a two-day-old accident, with a fractured tibia and fibula."

"That's wonderful." Zhao Zhe immediately understood what Dean Zhao meant and said enviously, "If I had that ability, I would also have my son study medicine. When I was doing my advanced studies in the capital, I heard from the older doctors that their children mostly went to high school abroad."

"They went out so early."

"I thought so at first too, but then I heard that if a child studies at an Ivy League school in the US and has good grades, they can continue studying there. If their grades aren't good, they're guaranteed a spot at Tsinghua or Peking University after returning to China."

"!!!" The circulating nurse's mouth was practically watering.

The promise of guaranteed admission to Tsinghua or Peking University is incredibly tempting for someone her age with children in junior or senior high school.

"Back in China, the child of a relative of the hospital director where I was doing my residency had grades that were only good enough for a 211 university, not a 985 university. Apparently, it was easy to get into any university except Tsinghua or Peking University. Later on, the child went to Renmin University."

"That works too!" the circulating nurse exclaimed in surprise.

"It seems so, but that's something from another world. I'll never understand it in this lifetime, so I can only push my kids. But pushing your kids isn't something I can just do whenever I want. Right now, it seems that pushing yourself is worse than pushing your kids," Zhao Zhe said, distressed.

"There's no need to push your child too hard," Ji Xiang said while stitching. "It seems that Professor Gu's students are supervising graduate students, and Professor Zhou Tianbo is one of them. If your son goes through a rebellious phase in his adolescence and doesn't do well on the college entrance exam, as long as he studies medicine, he can go to study under Professor Zhou if he passes the graduate entrance exam."

"!!!"

Zhao Zhe was stunned.

He never expected Ji Xiang to say that.

"I'm also familiar with several of the directors at the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University, but you still have to meet the performance requirements," Ji Xiang said with a smile.

Zhao Zhe never dreamed that he would have such a way, and what Ji Xiang said was not bragging, but something real and easily attainable.

The only difficulty lies in achieving the required score.

"Xiao Ji, really!" Zhao Zhe's hand trembled slightly.

"It should be fine," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "Besides, by the time your son takes the postgraduate entrance exam, you'll be able to supervise graduate students, Brother Zhao. If you can't because of your age, you can put in a good word for the professors at our Second Affiliated Hospital."

Zhao Zhe had never really thought this far before; countless thoughts rushed through his mind.

He had long been used to being just an old doctor in a third- or fourth-tier city, and never imagined that he could be so awesome.

Putting aside the capital city and Hangzhou Medical University, it seems that if I were to humble myself and beg for favors now, they would have to give me some face.

"I can help you apply to Ivy League schools," Lin Jiu suddenly said, startling Zhao Zhe.

"Ivy League school?"

"I'm familiar with the application process; the only downside is that it costs a lot of money," Lin Jiu smiled. "I wouldn't really recommend it. But..."

As he spoke, Lin Jiu looked up at Ji Xiang.

"If we can keep performing surgeries, money won't be a problem."

“!!!!!!”

After Zhao Zhe's mind was opened, he suddenly had a clear understanding.

The people in the operating room began to discuss whether it was better to attend an Ivy League school or a top-tier high school.

Going abroad certainly has its advantages, but it also has its share of problems.

"Old Liu! Go take a look!"

The airtight lead door opened, and a nurse peeked in. Seeing that the surgery was over, she hurriedly said...

"What's wrong?" the anesthesiologist asked.

"The patient in the next operating room had their blood pressure drop immediately after the anesthesia was finished."

After the nurse finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

"This is all done. Xiao Zhang, you go with me to take the patient to the hospital. I'm going next door," the anesthesiologist said to his assistant. After giving instructions, he squinted at Ji Xiang and then hurriedly went next door.

Ji Xiang turned around, ripped off his lead apron, and followed the anesthesiologist to "watch the show."

For Ji Xiang, this unexpected situation was part of his clinical experience. Although there was the annoying Dr. Meltz next door, his gossipy mentality of "watching the show" still prevailed.

"Dr. Zhao, you go with them to escort the patient." After making the arrangements, Lin Jiu left with Ji Xiang.

"Why are you all so eager to watch the drama? Why don't you stay away when something goes wrong?" the circulating nurse said while busy at work. "The blood pressure can't go up after anesthesia. I always have a headache when I encounter patients like this. If you get a good anesthesiologist, it's okay, but if it's a little bad one, it can drive you crazy."

"Is something the matter?" Tang Yan asked.

"Most of them are fine, it's just that their misguided instructions are making things a bit anxious. But if we need outside help, things might change. I'm guessing it's the anesthesiologist next door... who is the anesthesiologist next door?"

No one answered this question.

"Dr. Meltz seems to be having some bad luck," the circulating nurse said. "I had a feeling something was going to happen when I saw Dean Zhao and Dr. Meltz go to the operating room next door."

"Sister Sun, isn't that a bit too idealistic?" Tang Yan laughed.

"How could that be? Let me tell you something. Women's intuition is usually very accurate. When I was young, I was studying at a nursing school. When I went back to my hometown, they said there was a fortune teller who could draw talismans, burn them to ashes, and drink the ashes. He could cure all kinds of diseases, but most diseases would get better."

"My mom wasn't feeling well at the time, so she went to get a talisman."

"You dare to drink this?" Zhao Zhe laughed. "Generally speaking, it's soaked in veterinary antibiotics, with a very high dosage. Young people can withstand it, but I've seen elderly people get sick after drinking veterinary antibiotics."

"Old Zhao, you really are a veteran attending physician, you even know about this kind of thing!" the circulating nurse said with a smile.

Tang Yan knew nothing about this gossip from many years ago. She looked up at the airtight lead door, where Ji Xiang and Lin Jiuze had disappeared and the airtight lead door was slowly closing.

Ji Xiang went to the next operating room, but instead of presumptuously entering to direct the rescue, he stood in a corner to observe the situation.

The patient had bilateral tibia and fibula fractures and had already undergone surgery. The surgeon was Dr. Meltz. Zhao Tianjiao did not go on stage but stood below the stage to watch.

The electrocardiogram monitor showed a high blood pressure of only 80 mmHg, even after blood volume was replenished.

Did it hit a blood vessel? Ji Xiang guessed.

At this point, the anesthesiologist was checking whether the drop in blood pressure was caused by anesthesia.

The anesthesia was changed to a light anesthesia mode. Although the blood pressure rose slightly after 1000ml of fluid was replenished, it was still not significant.

"Dr. Ji Xiang, have any private hospitals offered you jobs?" Lin Jiu asked in a low voice while watching the rescue.

At this point, there were no obvious signs, and the rescue was not something that could be accomplished overnight.

"No, I'm not famous yet," Ji Xiang said. "But when I was an intern, someone tried to poach the head of the gynecology department."

"How much money will the country give?"

"They offered me an annual salary of 600 million, but the head of the gynecology department refused. The reason for the refusal was that I earn more than 100 million a year here, but there are plenty of people who ask me for favors. If I went there, it would be me asking people for favors."

"Dr. Lin, where are you?"

"You can either use money or connections. Connections depend on the person, and money depends on the amount. For a similar emergency, if they asked me to participate, at least..."

Lin Jiu smiled slightly, but didn't say anything more.

"So that's how it is," Ji Xiang smiled.

A voice echoed in his ears—"You need to pay more!"

"However, private hospitals are more difficult to deal with. At that time, I heard my teachers speculate that the reason why the department head did not go was that although private hospitals paid more, they had a lot of KPIs and would find all sorts of reasons and excuses to deduct money."

"Even if we actually get it, we might not get that much. Dr. Lin, how much did it cost for you to consult on emergency cases in Massachusetts? Was there a discount?"

"I don't make much money in Massachusetts. It's mainly private hospitals that ask me to review scans and make consultations," Lin Jiu said frankly. "The exact price is uncertain and depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, I might take a look for 30,000 to 50,000 dollars; if I'm in a bad mood, I'll refuse."

"This really is a great place to make money."

Ji Xiang exclaimed in admiration.

"So I have absolutely no idea why you're so interested in emergency care," Lin Jiu said tentatively, looking at Ji Xiang's profile.

"Because I lack experience in on-site situations."

(End of this chapter)