Chapter 394: This child will have no future

"6-0 Suture." Ji Xiang reached out his hand.

Tang Yan adjusted slightly, quickly threaded the 6-0 Suture into the Needle Holder, and slapped it into Ji Xiang's hand.

"What are you doing?" Shi Shuo asked, puzzled.

"Suturing. Just avoid the capillaries. The less the damage, the better the post-operative recovery," Ji Xiang replied.

"What are you thinking?" Shi Zhuren, Shi Shuo, scolded. He lowered his voice and said to Sui Zhuren, "I thought it was some Advanced Surgical Procedure; I didn't expect it to be an old technique that was abandoned years ago and already proven unfeasible."

Sui Zhuren also felt a bit awkward.

Directly suturing a partially torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament—this type of technique had indeed been abandoned for a long time.

Usually, one would use an autologous tendon to replace the ligament, or a ligament substitute made of High-value Consumables. Both choices have their own advantages, and there is logic in choosing either.

But what Ji Xiang was doing was just nonsense.

Shi Shuo almost laughed out loud; he had thought that this young doctor, ranked number one in the country, would demonstrate some god-like methods.

He turned a simple surgery into a complex Hybrid Surgery, only to lose his nerve at the end and start suturing directly.

"What is his name?" Shi Shuo asked Sui Zhuren.

"Ji Xiang."

"Good name," Shi Shuo praised. "Doctor Ji Xiang, you wouldn't happen to have never harvested a tendon before, would you?"

"Hm?" Ji Xiang was just about to suture, his gaze fixed on the screen directly in front of him, preparing to use "Clear Insight."

Just at this moment, Shi Shuo came up to whisper "secrets" to him. There was no question in his words, only ridicule.

Was there any need to ridicule him?

Ji Xiang looked back at Shi Shuo, his gaze clear, not squinting, but looking down at Shi Shuo from a superior position.

Shi Zhuren was startled. The moment Ji Xiang's gaze fell, he felt as if he had returned to his youth, being stared at by Lao Zhuren with a stern look for making a mistake.

The gaze was filled with the regret of being disappointed in someone's lack of potential and the sentiment that "this child will have no future."

The fat on Shi Zhuren Shi Shuo's face trembled, almost shaking the grease onto his mask.

This fear, engraved in the deepest part of his heart, was awakened, and he fell into a bewildered silence.

Ji Xiang didn't say anything excessive, nor did he use the skill 【Superior Doctor's Gaze】; he just "looked" at that meddlesome Shi Zhuren, Shi Shuo.

With the progress of his technical level, Ji Xiang hadn't even realized that his every move already carried the air of a superior doctor.

He turned back and began to suture.

The 6-0 Suture passed through one end of the torn ligament and came out from the other.

The position...

In the eyes of Sui Zhuren, Shi Shuo, and Professor Fan, the position Ji Xiang chose could simply be described as horrific.

Crooked and twisted.

Conventionally, when anastomosing a tendon, one could do a "figure-8" suture or other methods, and the position should naturally be in the center so that the tendon can bear force evenly, avoiding the possibility of another rupture after surgery.

But Ji Xiang acted as if he didn't know how to perform surgery; the angle of the suture in his hand was perverse and looked particularly unpleasant.

"This way of suturing is okay?" Professor Fan was almost angered into laughing. He hadn't seen the look Ji Xiang gave his director just now, and said helplessly.

"Professor Fan, in order to avoid the capillaries, it can only be sutured this way," Deng Chaohong suddenly said.

The operating room fell silent. Ji Xiang had only sutured one stitch, just like when suturing skin; the 6-0 Suture was tied with an exquisite instrument knot, then immediately cut with long scissors.

"No need to worry about capillaries, just putting on a show," Professor Fan said disdainfully.

Suddenly, he felt someone touch his leg and looked up to see it was Sui Zhuren.

"Sui Zhuren, what's wrong?"

"Look at the Angiography." Shi Shuo wasn't looking at Ji Xiang's surgical screen, but at a frozen frame of the screen that had just shown the Angiography.

Professor Fan was puzzled and focused his attention to look.

But although he was a top Expert in Sports Medicine at the First Affiliated Hospital and his technical level was among the best in the province, he simply could not understand the Angiography image in his haste.

Medical specialties are becoming increasingly refined, and the barriers between fields are strict.

Even as a top provincial Expert in Orthopedics and Sports Medicine, Professor Fan could not precisely locate the terminal blood supply of the patient's left knee Anterior Cruciate Ligament.

"Teacher..." Professor Fan communicated in a low voice with Shi Shuo, but he didn't know what to ask.

Shi Shuo focused, repeatedly comparing the frame reserved from the Angiography with the spot where Ji Xiang passed the needle, but in the end, he remained blank-faced.

During their repeated comparisons, Ji Xiang continued the surgery. It looked neither fast nor slow, but the torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament had already been sutured during their conversation.

Although it wasn't aesthetic enough and was different from the suturing in their previous understanding, Ji Xiang had "forcefully" ended the surgery.

The left knee joint cavity was flushed with warm Saline; there was almost no bleeding, and the suctioned warm Saline didn't even show a trace of blood.

But this point was ignored by Shi Shuo and Professor Fan.

They didn't understand Ji Xiang's surgery; in their perception, the surgery was done quite crudely and could only preserve less than 50% of the patient's function.

If the patient underwent rehabilitation training after surgery, there was a possibility of ligament rupture and other situations.

This possibility was not low, and it had completely deviated from the patient's original intention of forcing a discharge from the First Affiliated Hospital to have surgery at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

"The surgery is done." Ji Xiang finished suturing the skin and said to Zhao Dali, "You can tentatively move it 3 days after surgery, and start light exercise after 5 days."

"Doctor Ji, how much can I recover?" Zhao Dali asked anxiously.

"There shouldn't be a big problem," Ji Xiang smiled. "In 2-3 months, if there are no accidents, you can appear on the field for the Borussia Dortmund Youth Team."

"!!!" Zhao Dali clenched his fists tightly.

"But it depends on your own level."

"I definitely can!" Zhao Dali said firmly.

"That's good, I hope you enter the Bundesliga soon." After giving Zhao Dali a few instructions, Ji Xiang turned back to call Zhao Zhe to pull the flatbed cart, and the group lifted Zhao Dali onto the cart and sent him back to the ward.

"Sui Zhuren, is this the New Surgical Technique you are developing?" Shi Shuo looked a bit confused; Ji Xiang's surgery had completely exceeded his expectations.

Shi Shuo had once thought that some manufacturer had High-value Consumables from a Phase 4 Clinical trial, and that only with a brand-new, more resilient ligament could the Second Affiliated Hospital have such strong confidence.

He was angry that no one had told him about such an "advanced" thing.

But he never expected that what he saw at the Second Affiliated Hospital was actually a Hybrid Surgery; the entire process was hard to describe in a few words.

"It's not our department." Sui Zhuren absolutely refused to take the blame; he frowned and said in a deep voice, "This is my first time seeing this surgery, I don't know how the results will be."

"Sui Zhuren, it's stitched so crudely, how do you think the results could be?" Professor Fan said disdainfully.

"I can't say for sure either." Sui Zhuren said in a deep voice, "The surgery is already finished, let's just wait and see the post-operative results."

(End of this chapter)