Chapter 397: Slow Down

"Professor Deng, what are you two doing?" Director Sui happened to be walking out of his office, ready to head to surgery, when he saw Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen from the First Affiliated Hospital standing in the hallway like two wooden puppets, so he asked curiously.

Deng Chaohong and Director Sui briefly described what had just happened.

Director Sui was in a hurry to get to surgery; he had only asked casually and his footsteps had never stopped.

But when he heard that the patient's follow-up Magnetic Resonance Imaging showed that there was actually no effusion in the joint cavity after the Anterior Cruciate Ligament repair surgery, his legs kept moving forward while his ears strained backward, his movements seemingly split into two parts by an invisible hand.

"Ouch~"

The next second, Director Sui fell to the ground, the back of his head nearly hitting the floor.

"Director Sui, be careful." Deng Chaohong hurriedly helped Director Sui up.

"What did you just say?" Director Sui sat on the ground, too busy to get up and not caring about the gazes of others, asking anxiously.

"Zhao Dali's post-operative follow-up, there is no effusion in the left knee joint cavity," Professor Deng said briefly.

"!!!" Director Sui's eyes lit up.

He knew that the surgery Ji Xiang performed certainly wasn't simple, but he hadn't expected it to reach this level.

"Has the Magnetic Resonance Imaging been uploaded?"

"Uploaded, you can see it on the computer."

Director Sui seemed to have become a dozen years younger; he pushed off the ground with his hands and leapt to his feet.

"Let's go, let's take a look."

Deng Chaohong followed Director Sui to the director's office, while Fan Chengen followed blankly behind, as if he were bewitched.

Director Sui's computer was very fast, specially equipped by the hospital for the directors of each department, and he quickly found Zhao Dali's imaging data.

No effusion!

No effusion!!

No effusion!!!

"Awesome!" Director Sui said in a hoarse voice.

"It is quite impressive."

"The key is the Anterior Cruciate Ligament; how did I not see the surgical damage? It's as if it was never torn at all." Director Sui looked at the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan in confusion.

Deng Chaohong had also noticed this, but as it involved a deeper field of image reading, he only had a vague feeling and wasn't sure of himself.

Hearing Director Sui say this, Deng Chaohong hurriedly said, "That's what I think, too."

"Watching Xiao Ji suture during the surgery... hahaha, it was sutured very roughly; I thought it would look quite awkward post-operatively. I didn't expect it to be seamless, as good as new."

Seamless—this idiom was the most fitting description for Zhao Dali's Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan on the computer.

This surgery seemed to have the ability to reverse time, returning Zhao Dali to his best pre-operative state.

This was true whether looking at the joint cavity effusion or the morphology of the ligament.

It was just unclear whether any accidents would occur when Zhao Dali moved.

"Xiao Ji said that Restorative Training can begin today."

"It's training, not exercise, right?" Director Sui found the essence of the issue.

"Yes."

"5 days post-op! Only 5 days!!" Director Sui was horrified.

"Director, we still have to look at the surgical results. I'm worried that Restorative Training too early will put too much load on the Anterior Cruciate Ligament."

"It's fine, report Zhao... to me every day."

"Zhao Dali."

"Report Zhao Dali's recovery situation." Director Sui looked at the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan excitedly, just like a lecher seeing a beauty, or a drunkard seeing a bottle of 82-year Moutai.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, and drool was almost flowing out.

Only someone who had performed countless surgeries knew what the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan before him meant.

Director Sui's hand gripped the mouse, watching frame by frame. On some layers, the position of the incision could be vaguely identified, proving that the scan was not wrong.

It was just that the recovery was too perfect, to the point of causing people to have illusions.

【Daddy, answer the phone.】

【Daddy, answer the phone.】

It was unknown how much time had passed before Deng Chaohong was awakened by the ringtone of Director Sui's phone.

"Hello?" Director Sui's eyes were still fixed on the computer, and he picked up the phone absent-mindedly.

"Director Sui, the patient is anesthetized and lying on the table. If you're going to finish your lunch before coming up, I'll cover the patient with a blanket," the Head Nurse in the operating room said sarcastically on the other end of the line.

"..." Director Sui only then remembered that he still had a surgery to perform.

"Do you have any damn sense of self-awareness!"

The Head Nurse in the operating room cursed directly.

"You scheduled 5 Joint replacement surgeries today; the surgeries will have to go until eight in the evening, and I still have to arrange for people to work back-to-back. Don't you know to get to surgery earlier? Do you need me to arrange for people to carry you to surgery in an eight-man sedan chair!"

"You really think you're so damn awesome."

The Head Nurses in the operating room were all sharp-tongued; except for a small number of professors and directors, they could snap back at anyone in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, stop scolding, stop scolding, I'm going right now." Director Sui didn't usually have such a good temper, but today his eyes were filled with Zhao Dali's Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan, and he had no heart to argue with the operating room Head Nurse.

Director Sui stood up, took a few more lingering looks at the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan, and made a clicking sound with his mouth.

This was the heartfelt exclamation and praise of a professional.

"Professor Fan, let's go." Deng Chaohong pulled the equally dumbfounded Fan Chengen out of the director's office.

"Don't run, slow down!"

In the hallway, they saw the figures of Ji Xiang and Zhao Dali coming toward them. Ji Xiang was pulling Zhao Dali, as if Zhao Dali would leave his field of vision at a sprint if he wasn't careful.

"Zhao Dali?" Director Sui asked in horror as he watched him walk quickly, step by step.

"Mm!" Zhao Dali's face was flushed red, as excited as a border collie that had just spotted a flock of sheep.

"Does your left knee joint hurt?"

"It doesn't!" Zhao Dali said, "It's just that I haven't dared to use force for a long time, so it feels a bit unfamiliar. After walking a few dozen steps, I've gradually gotten used to it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Sui Zhuren, Deng Chaohong, and Fan Chengen stared blankly as Zhao Dali walked with a brisk, flying gait.

If not for Ji Xiang holding him back, this blockhead would likely have already started running.

Is this a Patient five days post-surgery?

Is this really, damn it, a Patient five days post-surgery?!

If they didn't know the full story, they would certainly think the Family Member was giving an immersive performance.

"You... slow down a bit." Sui Zhuren gave a word of caution before turning to head to surgery.

As he walked, he muttered to himself, "How could it be this fast? There shouldn't be any problems, right?"

This same question circled and echoed in the minds of Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen, buzzing incessantly.

A Patient recovering quickly is a happy thing. But too fast, too unscientific—it made it impossible to believe.

"Slow down, we are doing Standardized Residency Training now." Ji Xiang was very calm; he only stopped Zhao Dali from running and did not prevent normal activity.

"Xiao Ji." Deng Chaohong pulled Ji Xiang aside and asked, "I'm still not sure, you're certain Zhao Dali's ligament is fine, right?"

After asking this question, Deng Chaohong also felt a bit embarrassed.

In this instant, he seemed to have turned into a medical novice, even more of a novice than a Standardized Training Doctor.

(End of chapter)