Chapter 387: A Good Prospect Ruined Just Like That

When it comes to surgery, no matter how low the probability is, accidents can always happen.

Whether it is an appendectomy, hernia repair, clavicle fracture fixation, or even a polypectomy via intestinal endoscope, accidents can happen.

If nothing goes wrong, it just means you haven't done enough; Bai Chuzhang often keeps this saying on his lips.

But even saying that, once an accident occurs, the Doctor will still fall silent.

Everyone wants things to go well, whether it is the Doctor or the Patient.

"The Family Member was extremely furious and almost smashed up the Endoscopy Room," Liu Zhuren said. "At the time, Bai Chuzhang worked for 22 hours to resolve the matter."

The others did not ask how it was resolved.

A person who walked in perfectly fine in the morning is gone just like that; wanting to calm such emotions... just thinking about it makes everyone's scalp tingle.

The only thing worth praising is that Bai Chuzhang only used 22 hours to resolve the problem without hesitation.

"The Family Member cursed everyone from top to bottom, yet didn't mention a single word about the young Doctor who received the patient. That Doctor had just started working, and at the time I thought he was definitely going to be in big trouble, but I didn't expect that he, the center of the storm, would be completely fine."

"Although I knew what was going on without asking, I was curious later and inquired about it; sure enough, it was because his communication with the Family Member was extremely on point."

"Communication must be done well; that point is very important," Lu Gang said.

"Yes! I have seen Xiao Ji's communication, it is very good, but you must continue to work hard in the future."

Ji Xiang nodded repeatedly.

The exhortations of the older generation, even if a bit long-winded, one should just listen.

"Tell me, what kind of Patients did you encounter in the Orthopedics Department?" Seeing that Ji Xiang understood, Liu Zhuren nodded with satisfaction.

"A relatively special one was an athlete," Ji Xiang began to recount. "Communicating with the Patient every day after surgery and letting her stop thinking that her movement was restricted was quite a Challenge."

Provincial Weightlifting Team.

"Coach Zhang, someone is looking for you!"

"You take a break, I'll be back to train you in a moment," Coach Zhang said to Li Cailing.

Li Yunxia had only been back for a few days, and the speed of her recovery made Coach Zhang feel somewhat unaccustomed.

She was recovering extremely fast, faster than any other athlete he had ever seen, which simply overturned Coach Zhang's inherent understanding of shoulder trauma and post-operative recovery.

"Alright, Coach!" Li Yunxia said honestly.

Her face was full of excited rosy color, and she believed more and more that what that young Doctor said was true—she would definitely be able to return to her peak and place in the next National Games.

Coach Zhang walked out of the training ground and saw a middle-aged man standing by the wall outside the door with a dark face; anyone could see that his mood was particularly bad.

"Old Feng, what's wrong?" Coach Zhang asked.

Feng Jiaolian was his best friend; although the two later worked in different fields, precisely because there was no competition, the friendship from their youth had not changed.

"What's the matter, tell me," Coach Zhang said, putting his arm around his shoulder as they walked out.

"Damn it!" Feng Jiaolian cursed viciously. "I finally discovered a good prospect who had already been scouted by the Dortmund Youth Team. He passed the training assessments and was preparing to go there to play football, but in the training the day before yesterday, his left anterior cruciate ligament tore."

"!!!" Coach Zhang felt a tug in his heart.

An anterior cruciate ligament tear, although the surgery is simple and in principle shouldn't cause too much of an impact, all sports people know that a cruciate ligament tear means the end of the injured person's athletic career.

How many football stars have seen their form plummet after a knee cruciate ligament tear? Movements they could once perform with ease basically cannot be completed smoothly, and their completion rate drops off a cliff from a perfect score to a failing grade.

No wonder his old friend was so depressed.

The two walked out of the training hall door and found a quiet spot; Coach Zhang reached directly into his old friend's pants pocket.

Carrying a pack of cigarettes while training athletes is a very unprofessional thing to do, and they can only smoke on the sly.

It is a bit better for Coach Zhang who trains female athletes, but his old friend trains football players; those hormone-filled young people are truly hard to discipline.

"Smoke a cigarette and take a break," Coach Zhang lit a cigarette for his old friend and comforted him. "This is all fate, what can you do? Back then, if it weren't for the repeated major injuries caused by weight gain in the NBA, if Yao could have caught up to the current small-ball era, he wouldn't have needed to gain weight at all. With his athletic ability, height, and ball sense, his historical status would have at least been raised by a tier."

"Sigh," Feng Jiaolian said bitterly. "Have I ever bragged to you? And Yao, how could he reach the height of Chairman Yao?"

"Of course you have. The year before last, you were on vacation and went hiking in the mountains, and you saw a child running all over the hills. In your words, he ran faster than a rabbit, and his stamina seemed limitless."

"The key is that he didn't sweat at all! You know, not sweating!" Feng Jiaolian clenched his right fist and waved it forcefully, but it finally fell listlessly, and his head lowered as well.

Not sweating meant that the child hadn't used his full strength at all.

Therefore, no one knew to what extent that young man's physical fitness was.

For an athlete, this belongs to being gifted.

However, with one injury, everything was gone.

"Don't think about it anymore; the cruciate ligament is torn, and the person is ruined," Coach Zhang wanted to comfort him, but he still had to make his old friend face the facts. "You and I both know this is fate."

"Sigh," Feng Jiaolian sighed deeply. "How is that treasure of yours? Last time you bragged to me that she could win a gold medal at the National Games, and last time she was injured, you were drinking like a dead dog."

Speaking of this, Coach Zhang's expression became complicated.

"Our lives, brother, are truly not good," Feng Jiaolian said blankly. "We found good prospects, but what happened? One major injury after another, it's really fucking shitty!"

"Cailing... seems to have recovered."

"Recovered? What kind of joke is that," Feng Jiaolian said with disdain. "Although the young men under me rarely have shoulder joint injuries, who among us doesn't know that after that surgery is done, athletic ability drops by at least 40%? Wanting to return to the peak again is impossible."

What he said was Li Cailing, but in his heart, he was thinking of the mad dog under his own command.

It's a pity; the National Long-distance Running Team had asked him for the person many times, but in the end, he refused them all, even offending many people because of it.

Originally, that kid had a bright future; if he could make a name for himself at Borussia Dortmund and enter the Bundesliga, he could close his eyes even if he died.

But!

Fate plays tricks on people.

Feng Jiaolian took a deep drag of his cigarette; the smoke swirled, stinging his eyes and blurring his vision.

"Hey, don't shed any cat tears, damn it," Coach Zhang said with disdain. "After we finish smoking, I'll take you to take a peek."

"Look at what?"

"Look at Cailing's training." Zhang also had not yet accepted this display, saying in a somewhat dazed manner.

In truth, he was not failing to accept it, but rather worried that all of this was a hallucination.

"Really? It can still recover?" Feng Jiaolian asked skeptically.

(End of this chapter)