Healing Doctor

Chapter 798 All Obstacles Do Not Exist

"Be careful!"

The basketball flew over, and behind it, flying even faster, was Wenban Yama.

It's hard to imagine that a 2.24-meter giant could move so nimbly and agilely.

Just like Rodman back in the day, his body was parallel to the ground, his super long wingspan barely touched the basketball, and with a twist of his arm and a flick of his wrist, he just managed to deflect the basketball back.

"Boom~~~"

The entire Staples Center was set ablaze.

Such a strong fighting spirit acts as a catalyst for the audience, instantly igniting and exploding all their enthusiasm.

Although Benjamin Amar saved the ball, he seemed to fly towards the nearest spectators on the sidelines like Superman with his underwear on the outside.

Director Bai was right in front of me.

Director Bai felt as if he were facing not a person, but a dump truck, roaring and flying towards him with a chilling aura.

Wenban Yama's figure crashed straight into him, and Director Bai's vision went black; he felt as if he were already dead.

This guy looks skinny, but he's actually quite sturdy.

"Bai!" Wenban Yama recognized Director Bai. After getting up from Director Bai, he patted Director Bai's body in a friendly manner. "Excuse me, are you alright?"

Director Bai felt sore all over, especially his ribs.

His mind was filled with images of patients brought in from the emergency room, suffering from multiple rib fractures, hemopneumothorax, and hemorrhagic shock.

His life was in danger and he needed emergency surgery.

Every breath was difficult.

"I'll treat you to rum later," Wenban Yama said with a smile as he stood up.

As soon as Fuvenbanama stood up, Dr. Meltz, who was behind him, touched his Achilles tendon and knee.

If the former Wenban Yama was made of paper, now he's like he's wearing an exoskeleton, incredibly strong and resilient.

Watching Wenbanyama return to the field and move with incredible speed, he didn't look like a center at all, not even a center in the small-ball era; he looked more like a guard. Dr. Mertz was even more bewildered.

Wenban Yama's performance has transcended the ordinary definition, making him more like a superhero.

In the final year of his contract, he suffered a major injury that would end his career, underwent two consecutive surgeries, was viewed negatively by the team's management and was traded.

The old rivals, with decades of accumulated hatred, gave up a lot to acquire Wenban Yama, who then joined a "rebuilding" team.

He raised the banner of the Bauhinia Army, leading a group of second-round and undrafted players all the way from the play-in tournament to the finals.

The Celtics, who had just sold off their coach, stood on the opposite side, and the Lakers and Celtics faced off once again.

With its compelling storyline and legendary elements, the show achieved record-breaking viewership.

But Wenban Yama didn't see the business alliance's shows as just shows; he was working hard.

Ji Xiang gave him the right to fight hard, and Wenban Yama squandered his talent on the court, leading the Lakers to a height that was not originally theirs.

Dr. Meltz watched Wimbanyama flying all over the court and could not believe that he was a 2.24-meter tall man, nor could he believe that he had performed two career-destroying surgeries in less than a year.

Dr. Meltz was no longer willing to fight that big devil; he now only wanted to stand by the big devil's side and cheer him on.

Even a slight difference in skill level, or even a single level, can be overcome by other advantages.

But Dr. Merz knew very well that the gap between himself and the Great Demon King was so vast that he could no longer look up to him.

The presence of Wenbanyama on the field is proof of this.

Points, rebounds, assists, blocks, and even steals—Vanbanyama filled the stat sheet with breathtaking numbers.

The score was very close, and you could clearly hear the sounds of bodies colliding while sitting on the sidelines.

Kovenbanyama's body withstood the intense competition and performed at an astonishing level.

Thanks to his presence, the Lakers finally managed a hard-fought victory, bringing the series to 1-2.

43 points, 21 rebounds, 10 assists, 7 blocks, and 1 steal – even a spectacular triple-double can't fully capture the essence of Viktor Amar's performance on the court.

He was omnipresent, demonstrating to everyone what talent truly is.

The audience erupted in cheers and lingered, reluctant to leave.

Director Bai was so disoriented from the impact that he couldn't stand the noise in the stadium and left early.

"Director Bai, what did Dr. Ji Xiang say on the phone just now?" Tang Chenghua asked with a smile.

He was certain that Ji Xiang would come.

With just 1-3 months of effort, a simple appearance at Massachusetts General Hospital is enough to get him a PhD.

With extraordinary treatment and extraordinary people, Tang Chenghua felt it was all worthwhile.

The success stories of players like Wenbanyama, Zhao Dali, and Neymar, who showcased their talents on the field after surgery, are proof of this.

Moreover, that damned Dr. Meltz had brought it up before he did, and Tang Chenghua felt a little regretful.

"Professor Tang, there might be a small problem." Director Bai clutched Zuo Ji's ribs, as if each breath brought excruciating pain.

"Hmm? What's the problem? One to three months? Is Dr. Ji Xiang still not satisfied?" Tang Chenghua asked in surprise.

"Xiao Ji said he can't go abroad."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Not only Tang Chenghua, but even Dr. Meltz was stunned.

What does this mean?!

"Actually, I don't understand either." Director Bai spoke in broken English, also puzzled. "But Dr. Ji Xiang insists, and I don't have a good solution. His stubbornness on this point is hard to understand."

After being stunned and confused, Tang Chenghua became angry. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt his arm being pulled.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tang Chenghua saw that it was Lin Jiuze who was pulling him, and he suddenly realized something.

Before he could speak, Dr. Meltz suddenly said, "Bai, Dr. Ji Xiang certainly doesn't have to come. He can become my doctoral student, and I will personally come to your hospital to supervise him."

Director Bai's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

To pursue a PhD at Harvard Medical School, instead of going to Boston, professors personally fly to the Second Affiliated Hospital to "teach and nurture students."

What kind of treatment is this?

What kind of treatment is this!

Anyway, Director Bai has never heard of a similar case over the years.

Dr. Meltz is so unreserved!

As experts and professors at Harvard Medical School, it's one thing to disregard personal dignity, but at least they should leave Harvard Medical School with even a shred of respect.

But Dr. Meltz's words were a little hesitant at the beginning, but became more and more fluent as he spoke, as if he had completely compromised.

"How can we treat geniuses the same way we treat ordinary people? I'll tell Dr. Ji Xiang right now that I'll fly over there, and he'll definitely graduate with his doctorate in two months. Don't worry about those guys at Harvard Medical School. No matter who raises any questions, I'll stuff all the garbage from last night into their mouths."

As Dr. Meltz was speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy and his vision blurred, and he froze.

The impassioned speech came to an abrupt end.

Lin Jiu then handed the phone to Tang Chenghua.

"Xiao Ji, this is Tang Chenghua, long time no see." Tang Chenghua laughed heartily, his previous doubts completely gone, changing faster than a change of expression.

"It's okay if you can't come. Don't worry, it's just a doctoral degree, nothing special."

Upon hearing this, Director Bai nearly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Dr. Meltz and Tang Chenghua actually accepted Ji Xiang's "rude" request.

Is there no justice left?!

Is there no law?!

That's fine!

Director Bai had always thought that it would take Ji Xiang at least 2-3 years to qualify for the Outstanding Young Scientists Award.

But the most difficult red line was actually broken, even though Ji Xiang absolutely refused to go abroad.

Seriously damn good.

Am I dreaming?

Director Bai looked at Dr. Meltz in front of him with some confusion, while he could hear Tang Chenghua and Ji Xiang talking on the phone.

At this moment, even the noise from the Staples Center was automatically silenced.

The world suddenly fell silent.

Dr. Meltz lost his elegance and composure, and even more so, he abandoned the chivalry he had always considered himself to possess, snatching Tang Chenghua's phone away.

"Ji, a PhD in radiology will cause countless problems for your future. I can give you a PhD in sports medicine! Trust me, you need to make the right choice!"

Dr. Meltz had gone mad; his voice almost drowned out the cheers of the Staples Center fans.

"Dr. Meltz, what I want is a PhD in urology."

Ji Xiang's words drifted out.

The sound was soft, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

Whether it was Dr. Meltz, Tang Chenghua, Lin Jiuze, or Director Bai, they were all stunned.

Isn't Ji Xiang going a bit too far?!

However, going too far is understandable; any sorcerer should be proud of what Wenban Yama just did.

"But it doesn't matter. A double doctorate in sports medicine and radiology seems alright. As for a doctorate in urology, I can learn it on my own at my own pace."

"..."

"..."

Ji Xiang agreed, but did not refuse anyone.

Dr. Meltz glanced at Tang Chenghua, and the two fell silent at the same time.

"If there's nothing else, I'll rest now. I have five surgeries tomorrow," Ji Xiang yawned.

Ugh.

Director Bai vaguely heard everyone sighing.

What seemed like the most difficult problem to him was nothing to Ji Xiang; everything seemed perfectly reasonable.

"white!"

A deep, resonant voice rang out.

It is Wenban Yama.

Instead of leaving through the players' tunnel, he went to find Director Bai.

"Where's Dr. Ji? Why didn't he come?"

"He can't go abroad," Director Bai said helplessly.

"Oh, I remember him saying that dump trucks are so cautious," Wenban Yama laughed heartily. "Right, he must be watching the live stream, right!"

live streaming?

Ji Xiang is sleeping.

Director Bai thought to himself, but smiled and said, "Yes, I just contacted Dr. Ji Xiang. He's been watching your games. You need to play well and win another championship for the Lakers."

Wenban Yama clenched his fists and growled in a low voice.

A strong scent of hormones wafted through the air; Director Bai's perfunctory words seemed to have given Wen Banya a shot of adrenaline.

"I'll give my championship ring to Dr. Gi to express my gratitude. It's not a replica, it's the championship ring the league gave me!" Wenban Yama practically roared.

Director Bai understood the feelings of a "patient".

However, he mainly interacts with neurosurgical patients, and rarely communicates with doctors from the beginning of his hospitalization, unless the surgery is exceptionally successful and the patient is awake the day after surgery.

Unexpectedly, Wenban Yama said he would give the championship ring to Ji Xiang.

Watching the towering figure recede into the distance, with Dr. Meltz and Tang Chenghua whispering to each other beside him, Director Bai felt a mix of emotions.

"Xiaobai, let's go back to China," Dean Shen suddenly said.

"Huh?!" Director Bai was taken aback.

"Watching one game of the finals to experience the atmosphere is enough; there's no need to watch more," Dean Shen said casually.

"Yes, boss."

"I still have some things to take care of when I get back. Xiao Ji is still too young. As far as I know, the youngest person to be selected for the Outstanding Young Scientists Award should be Liu Ying, a doctoral supervisor at Peking University. She became a doctoral supervisor at 29 and was selected for the Outstanding Young Scientists Award at 34."

"Boss, do you mean...?"

"Once I get the Harvard doctorate, I'll contact the medical school. I need to get him to be a master's supervisor," Dean Shen said firmly.

"..."

Director Bai remained silent.

Ji Xiang didn't even show his face, yet he had already secured two doctoral degrees from Harvard Medical School, and Dean Shen was even going to apply for a master's supervisor for him.

Could it be that the hormone levels at Staples Center during the finals were so high that Dean Shen got carried away?

"That's not right!" Dean Shen said in a deep voice, "There aren't enough master's supervisors; we need doctoral supervisors. Back then, Professor Liu Ying had all the necessary qualifications to apply for the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars, but she still dragged it out for several years."

"She later became an International Research Fellow at the Howard Hughes Medical Institute in 2017, making up for the last shortcoming to qualify. Sigh, why doesn't Xiao Ji want to go abroad? She could just come to Massachusetts and stay for half a year, and all the procedures wouldn't be a problem."

Director Bai sighed inwardly.

Despite his complaints, Dean Shen's determination to help Ji Xiang successfully apply for the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund this year was evident.

Lin Jiu suddenly leaned closer.

"Director Bai, I have something I'd like to discuss with you later."

Director Bai had a bit of a headache; talking to Lin Jiuze was truly painful. But although Director Bai hated doing this, he still had the most basic respect for Lin Jiuze.

Nodding, Director Bai and his group left Staples Center first.

Looking back, Staples Center was filled with cheering fans, as if a carnival was taking place.

A new king has appeared.

"The NBA is a show," Lin Jiu said to Director Bai. "For a commercial league, the more legendary, the more compelling the story, and the more it resonates with the audience, the better. Coupled with strong capabilities and extensive media coverage, the entire league will benefit."

"Countless teams tanked for him before the draft, giving him a bright future. He could even aspire to a place in the pantheon, to catch a glimpse of those two at the pinnacle of the gods."

"He was drafted by a strong team with a very low probability, and was immediately put into use, becoming a core player of the strong team. However, he suffered an injury that could have ruined his career."

"Just when the team, the front office, and management gave up on him and put him on the trading block to get half of their rivals' team's immediate contribution, he led a group of second-round picks to the play-in tournament and eventually won the championship."

"Is there anything more outrageous than this? Is there any more legendary experience than this?"

"Hehe, your surgery won't be mentioned." Director Bai looked at the ground in front of him, not even sparing Lin Jiuze with his eyes. "But those who are interested will always find out the truth and will benefit even more in the future."

"Director Bai, I don't actually know why Dr. Ji Xiang wants to apply for the Outstanding Young Person award," Lin Jiu said honestly. "But since you all want to, I have a way."

"Oh? Go ahead." Director Bai raised an eyebrow.

"Teacher Tang doesn't need to go to the Second Affiliated Hospital."

Director Bai didn't speak, but listened quietly. Lin Jiu, on the other hand, was extremely composed. Since he wanted to talk to him alone, he must have already thought through the whole story.

"I know that Dr. Liu Ying was selected as an International Research Scholar at the Howard Hughes Medical Institute in 2017 and was selected as an Outstanding Young Person two years later. If being an Outstanding Young Person is an option for attracting overseas returnees, then Professor Tang staying in Massachusetts to establish an international research center is the best choice."

"!!!"

Director Bai understood the refined meaning upon hearing the music.

It's not that Director Bai couldn't think of many things, but rather that his world was limited to the Second Affiliated Hospital and the provincial capital, and he simply didn't have the power to achieve them.

Having reached the age of fifty, Director Bai is no longer indulging in daydreams.

"The title of 'international scholar' at the International Institute is just that—a title. If it's really important, we could establish an international institute. As for the name, we'll think about it later. We could call it 'international scholar,' or we could even name the procedure after Dr. Ji Xiang."

"Okay!" Director Bai agreed without hesitation.

This road cleared away all obstacles in Ji Xiang's path.

Overseas returnees, PhDs, chief physicians—none of these will be obstacles anymore.

"Director Bai, why do you insist on the title of Outstanding Young Scientist? I don't think it's necessary."

"Xiao Ji can't go abroad, but he'll eventually become an academician," Director Bai said. "I can't see decades from now, but I can see the next three years. If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll have nothing when you're in your thirties, how will you become an academician?"

"It's not much trouble. Just apply if you can. It's better than being busy later and missing a lot of items, which will be criticized by others."

Lin Jiu was slightly taken aback. "Director Bai, would being a foreign member of the U.S. National Academy of Sciences be helpful?"

"What?"

"Wenban Yama will definitely win the championship this year," Lin Jiu said without hesitation.

Director Bai didn't refute it; it was a business alliance, and everything was for profit.

Moreover, the betting odds on the Celtics are all heavily placed on them, making the Viktoria FC a perfect tool for profiting from the losses.

"Although it's just a commercial league, its viewership and public recognition are high enough. Coupled with the return of Tom, the quarterback of the NFL, and the increasing number of top professional athletes returning to their peak, the National Academy of Sciences has only one reason not to offer a foreign associate title."

There was only one reason, and Director Bai knew exactly what was going on.

However, this was not something he could think about. Director Bai knew very well that for Ji Xiang, foreign academicians were just icing on the cake.

Ji Xiang is eccentric; his ambitions lie elsewhere.

"If there are no problems, shall we go back and talk to Dr. Ji Xiang to try and get his approval?"

"Xiao Ji should agree. As long as he doesn't go abroad, he doesn't care about anything else." Director Bai smiled. "Thank you, Professor Lin."

"I'm the head of the research group, but my name is on the research group now." Lin Jiu shrugged helplessly.

If he hadn't brought it up, Director Bai would have completely forgotten about it.

"Professor Tang told me that the U.S. National Academy of Sciences has become interested in our research, and perhaps I will be elected to the new National Academy of Sciences with the opening of the World Cup."

"!!!"

This was something Director Bai had never expected.

"I didn't want to either. Although I've watched hundreds of surgeries, I still haven't learned how to perform surgery."

"The layman watches the show, the expert watches the details." Lin Jiu sighed deeply. "I consider myself an expert, but I can't see the details at all. So, I'm doing my best to help Dr. Ji Xiang, which is also a way to protect myself."

His words were simple and sincere, instantly dispelling the slightest concern deep within Director Bai's heart.

It's fine if there's a need; what I fear most is people who do a lot of things but never mention what they need.

"Okay, are you coming back with us? Or are you going to see some old friends in the US and stay for a while? Your team does a lot of surgeries, but this shouldn't be a problem," Director Bai asked.

"Let's go back together." Lin Jiu smiled wryly. "Director Bai, you know I have very few friends."

Director Bai nodded. How could someone like Lin Jiuze possibly have friends?

"And there are some people I know academically that I don't dare to see at all." Lin Jiu sighed deeply again. "There's this guy who loves American football and is Tom's most loyal fan. Ever since Tom came back from his surgery, he's practically become Tom's personal physician."

"Tom's speed and extent of recovery surprised me. I receive emails from him almost every day, asking me all sorts of strange questions. All sorts of questions that even I, as a professional doctor, wouldn't have thought of."

"I don't know how to answer."

Director Bai almost burst out laughing when he heard Lin Jiuze's complaints.

He had similar feelings back then.

When he was still an attending physician, Director Bai wanted to take on a challenging neurosurgical procedure—aneurysm resection.

I went to Beijing for further studies and watched the big shots perform countless surgeries at the Temple of Heaven. At that time, my dreams were filled with many details of the brain aneurysm removal surgery.

But it was completely useless.

I've watched it myself, simulated it, and even dreamed about having aneurysm surgery.

However, when faced with patients who are in relatively good condition, I still don't know how to do it, or even dare not do it.

It wasn't until several years later that he suddenly realized the truth and was able to remove the surgery.

It's surprising that top experts and professors have similar ideas; no wonder Xiao Ji doesn't care at all about others trying to learn from him.

"This is a crushing advantage in terms of hierarchy," Director Bai thought with a smile.

After agreeing on a time to return to China together, Director Bai returned to the hotel.

He slept soundly until dawn, only to be woken up by a phone call from Ji Xiang!

Jet lag, damn jet lag.

Director Bai thought to himself.

He didn't answer the phone immediately, but paused, trying to clear his head and be more alert when communicating with Ji Xiang.

In Director Bai's mind, Ji Xiang's status had been rapidly elevated from that of a resident trainee, and now his attitude towards Ji Xiang's calls was similar to that of receiving a call from Dean Shen.

After a few seconds, Director Bai regained some composure and answered the phone.

"Director Bai, I'm in the emergency room. I need to ask you for a favor."

(End of this chapter)