Chapter 396: It Is Normal to Have No Effusion

Five days post-operation, there isn't a single drop of effusion visible in the joint cavity!

This is impossible,

this is unscientific!

Fan Chengen stared blankly at the Magnetic Resonance Imaging, his mind a complete blank.

The Patient was the first one he had taken over; he knew every test and examination inside and out, even more familiarly than Deng Chaohong.

He had watched the surgery with his own eyes.

On the 5th day post-operation, even with surgery by a top-tier surgeon, there would be more or less some effusion; this is inevitable.

No matter how precise the operation,

no matter how minimal the trauma,

joint cavity effusion is bound to exist, there are no exceptions!

But!

In the Magnetic Resonance Imaging, one couldn't see even a single drop of effusion.

Why!

Deng Chaohong was also somewhat puzzled, but he felt more joy, excitement, and amazement. Moreover, seeing the dumbfounded look on Fan Chengen's face made Deng Chaohong feel even happier.

He was simple and honest, but that didn't mean he could be bullied at will.

The surgical outcome was indeed good, good to an outrageous degree, which made Deng Chaohong start to believe Ji Xiang's judgment—that Restorative Training could begin 5 days post-operation, and 2-3 months later, Zhao Dali would be able to gallop on the football field.

The way this surgery was performed was simply too awesome!

Deng Chaohong was filled with infinite emotion.

"Deng... Deng... Deng..."

A series of stuttering sounds interrupted the secret pleasure in Deng Chaohong's heart.

Looking back, Feng Jiaolian was standing at the door, looking at him with a face full of anxiety and unease.

"Feng Jiaolian, you haven't left yet." Deng Chaohong smiled and waved, "Are you worried about the Magnetic Resonance Imaging? Let me tell you some good news: the surgery was very successful."

"Cluck, cluck, cluck~~~" A clucking sound came from Feng Jiaolian's throat.

Hearing Deng Chaohong give him a definitive answer, he instead dared not believe it.

"Come, take a look at the MRI." Deng Chaohong smiled and pulled Feng Jiaolian in, "Normally, there would be joint cavity effusion after surgery, no matter how high the surgeon's level is. But we used a New Surgical Technique, which didn't cause excessive impact on the structure of the joint cavity, so there is no effusion."

Feng Jiaolian was stunned.

Although he wasn't a Doctor, he had contact with many athletes who retired due to illness, and he had heard of complications like joint cavity effusion more times than he could count.

That there was no effusion was, in any case, good news.

"Do as Doctor Xiao Ji said, and you can start Restorative Training today. However, you must pay attention to the intensity; definitely don't overdo it. You understand these things, but since I'm seeing you, I still have to remind you."

"Can we start now? Really?" Feng Jiaolian was still a bit dazed; he stood beside Deng Chaohong as if in a dream, looking at the film he couldn't understand.

After Deng Chaohong's explanation, although he couldn't understand the film, Feng Jiaolian wanted to hug the computer screen and kiss it twice.

"Professor Deng, is it for real..." Feng Jiaolian was afraid that Deng Chaohong was joking with him, so he asked cautiously after steadying his nerves.

"Look, Professor Fan has even come from the First Affiliated Hospital to learn the New Surgical Technique." Deng Chaohong gave an example, very casually throwing Fan Chengen's previous words back at him.

Fan Chengen's throat tightened, as if a thermos stopper had been shoved into it, blocking it terribly.

These words were what he had just said, yet they were being used by this guy Deng Chaohong to refute him.

"!!!" Feng Jiaolian only then noticed Fan Chengen's presence.

The joy in his heart began to sprout little by little, like a seed, beginning to germinate, full of anticipation.

Zhao Dali's future seemed to have regained a touch of brightness.

"Go back first." Deng Chaohong said.

"Alright!" Feng Jiaolian, like a child, hopped and skipped away pushing the wheelchair.

"Professor Fan, let's go back too." Deng Chaohong patted Fan Chengen on the shoulder, "Aren't you busy on your side today?"

"It's impossible, how could there be no effusion? There's no effusion in the joint cavity after surgery; Lao Deng, did you drain it beforehand? That can't be it either." Fan Chengen was still asking; he wasn't asking Deng Chaohong, but talking to himself, asking himself.

Only, he had no answer to this question.

Deng Chaohong wanted to turn on his mockery mode, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

If he were in Fan Chengen's shoes, he would be the same; he didn't understand why there was no effusion either.

He would just go back and ask Ji Xiang.

Bringing the shell-shocked Fan Chengen back to the ward area, Ji Xiang was busy preparing to change the dressing.

"Xiao Ji, wait a moment." Deng Chaohong called out to Ji Xiang, "Zhao Dali's film is out."

"I saw it." Ji Xiang said, "I just looked at it on the computer, the effect looks okay. I'm going to change his dressing and tell him about the post-operative Restorative Training..."

"Ji Xiang... Doctor, why is there no effusion?" Fan Chengen didn't stand on ceremony and asked directly.

"Why should there be effusion?" Ji Xiang asked in return.

"It's caused by surgical trauma; as long as surgery is performed, it's impossible not to have effusion." Fan Chengen answered as if it were a matter of course.

"Heh." Ji Xiang smiled, "A senior brother of mine went to the Montreal Neurological Institute in Canada, one of the top three hospitals in the world. The top local doctor performed a Craniotomy Wedge Resection, and a post-operative CT scan showed no edema in the brain tissue."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Both Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen were dumbfounded.

That brain tissue, which is like tofu, had no edema—no matter how you listen to it, it sounds like a fantasy.

But Ji Xiang had stated the specific hospital, so he probably wasn't afraid of it being verified.

"If brain tissue can have no edema, the resilience of a joint cavity is much better than brain tissue; it's only strange if there is effusion." Ji Xiang smiled slightly, "Just perform the surgery carefully and don't cause greater collateral damage to the Patient; it's very simple."

"..."

Professor Deng and Professor Fan were taken aback; both had a feeling—Ji Xiang was being sarcastic toward them.

"Professor Fan, if there's nothing else, I'm going to change the dressings?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Ji Yisheng, is what you said true?"

"Of course." Although Ji Xiang had only repeated a humble-bragging case from the System NPC, he believed in it firmly.

"Professor Fan, our Orthopedics Department isn't carpentry; when it comes to precision, we can compete with the Neurosurgery Department for spinal surgeries," Ji Xiang said earnestly, "Especially in Sports Medicine, one must be precise and even more precise. Keep it up, I believe you will definitely be able to do better in the future."

After saying this, Ji Xiang smiled slightly, said a word to Deng Chaohong, and turned to go change the dressings.

Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen were left between laughter and tears.

A word of encouragement from a Standardized Training Doctor made the two feel incredibly absurd.

But against the backdrop of the almost perfect recovery after the Anterior Cruciate Ligament Surgery, neither Deng Chaohong nor Fan Chengen could say a single word.

The real case was right there in the ward; questioning it was useless.

What's more, they were both doctors; although Fan Chengen looked down on the Second Affiliated Hospital for stealing his surgeries, he knew quality when he saw it and knew he had encountered an expert this time.

Yet Fan Chengen didn't sigh much; what kept spinning in his mind was the joint cavity without any effusion.

Can surgery really reach such a level?!

(End of this chapter)