Chapter 609: It Will Be Written in Textbooks in the Future

"Teacher, I cannot perform the surgery," Lin Jiuze said.

"How is that possible?" Tang Chenghua smiled and patted Lin Jiuze on the shoulder. "This is a great opportunity. Although there aren't many surgeries in the field of Sports Medicine, each one allows you to accumulate more prestige.

You know what kind of people the patients who need treatment from a Sports Medicine Expert are."

"Teacher, did you watch the variety show?" Lin Jiuze did not follow his teacher's line of thought, but instead asked the same question again.

"I watched it." Tang Chenghua was not surprised; he answered calmly, "Since that little guy doesn't agree to come to Boston, I don't see any problem with you performing the Interventional Surgery."

Lin Jiuze was noncommittal toward his teacher's opinion and remained silent.

"Let's go take a look at Wembanyama first."

The two drove to the Department of Sports Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital.

The Celtics have their own medical team, and most of the team members are experts from the Department of Sports Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital.

The surgery is actually not difficult; the difficulty lies in the post-operative recovery.

Because of the sponsor's proposal, the treatment has temporarily fallen into a stalemate. The sponsor is the financier, so their opinion must, of course, be respected.

Otherwise, with tens of millions of dollars being poured in every year, if the surgery fails, who would bear the consequences?

Professor Shimisi insists that Zhao Dali was just a special case; he can cite a few similar examples, and he does not believe that the team that completed the surgery for Zhao Dali can make Wembanyama recover just as well.

Arriving at Massachusetts General Hospital, Lin Jiuze put on his White Uniform without buttoning it. After briefly understanding the past medical history and reading all the existing examination reports, he walked straight to Wembanyama's ward.

He stood in front of the hospital bed holding a pen and paper, without communicating with Wembanyama.

Wembanyama's English was full of the flavor of a baguette, stiff and crumbling; Lin Jiuze did not like it.

He began to write a detailed surgical record on the paper.

After writing, he looked up, then shook his head, and then lowered his head to write a different surgical technique.

"Tang, sometimes I think Lin is a witch doctor," Professor Shimisi said to Tang Chenghua, standing outside the ward, with a hint of playfulness.

"He is a person who can create miracles," Tang Chenghua said faintly, standing outside the transparent glass with Professor Shimisi, watching Lin Jiuze, who was lowering his head and writing something on the paper.

"If it weren't for so many cases, and if I hadn't seen Lin's Interventional Surgery with my own eyes, which was like an angel descending, I certainly wouldn't have agreed to wait a few days," Professor Shimisi said. "Damn it, after the surgery is over, I will definitely use Wembanyama's favorite baguette to poke the shoe sponsor's ass."

"This is medicine, this is surgery. Do they think that with sponsorship, with astronomical sponsorship, they can do whatever they want?"

"Shimisi, my friend, please trust Lin," Tang Chenghua said softly. "I have never seen Doctor Lin make a wrong decision. Not in the past, and this time will be no exception."

Professor Shimisi shrugged.

Lin Jiuze is a magical doctor. Besides his exquisite surgical skills, which are like an angel descending, he also has his own habit—every time he encounters a difficult patient, he always stands in front of the patient and writes and draws.

As for what he writes, no one knows.

Lin Jiuze uses a shredder to shred the A4 paper, then takes it home and throws it into the fireplace to burn.

This is a strange habit, but who doesn't have strange habits?

Professor Shimisi knows that Professor Owen of the Heart Surgery Department at King's College Hospital in the United Kingdom has to wear his lover's underwear before every major surgery.

By comparison, Doctor Lin's little habit is more acceptable.

Lin Jiuze finished writing another paragraph, looked up at Wembanyama, and then shook his head.

"Doctor Tang, are you really going to invite that young doctor to perform the surgery? This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."

"No, that doctor is not willing to come to Massachusetts to perform the surgery."

"He doesn't dare," Professor Shimisi said firmly. "Occasionally succeeding in one surgery can be considered a miracle, but if it is done frequently... no, if it is repeated a second time, it will definitely fail. Their surgical techniques cannot withstand scrutiny, cannot withstand repetition."

Tang Chenghua thought the same, but he didn't speak, just stared at Lin Jiuze through the glass window.

This time, Lin Jiuze was clearly very focused; the time he spent writing on the paper was very long, longer than any previous time.

But when he looked up, Tang Chenghua still didn't see a miracle happen.

Every time Lin Jiuze shook his head and turned to the next page to continue writing, Tang Chenghua's heart would tighten.

Precisely because he trusted Lin Jiuze, Tang Chenghua had a "correct" judgment in his heart: the so-called New Surgical Technique simply did not exist.

Lin Jiuze has a keen "intuition"; there have been many examples of this in the past, and it has become a fact.

If even Lin Jiuze cannot complete the Interventional Surgery, who else in this world can do it?

No, there is absolutely no doubt; surely no one can do it.

As for that rising star in the Bundesliga who just finished surgery, that was just an exception, an exception that cannot be replicated.

"Tang, I think Doctor Lin's expression has already explained everything. Do you still have fantasies?" Doctor Shimisi asked.

"Sigh."

The two were silent, quietly watching Lin Jiuze "reading the face."

Lin Jiuze was extremely serious; he "looked" for a full half hour before walking out.

"Jiuze, how is it?"

Lin Jiuze pursed his lips and didn't speak.

His expression and silence had already explained the answer.

Afterward, Lin Jiuze used a shredder to shred the A4 paper alone and went to the restroom to burn it. After he finished this series of "prayer-like" steps, he did not leave the restroom immediately, but took out his phone.

Lin Jiuze thought for a long time, took out his phone, and dialed Ji Xiang.

When pressing the call button, Lin Jiuze's fingers were very forceful, and his nail beds were pale.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, hello." Lin Jiuze was very polite, very gentle, and even spoke with a bit of an underdog's tone.

"Doctor Lin, hello, don't you need to overcome jet lag?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I just looked at the patient's condition and had a consultation with the experts in Massachusetts. The situation is very grim," Lin Jiuze ignored Ji Xiang's joke and said bluntly, "Doctor Ji Xiang, I know it's very rude, but I still have to ask."

"The surgery, although I haven't done many, I think it is already a standard surgical technique that will be written in textbooks in the future."

Ji Xiang's firm tone made Lin Jiuze slightly startled.

If it were a stranger, even if a big shot in the academic world who was renowned far and wide said this, Lin Jiuze would definitely not believe it.

But this is Ji Xiang, the surgeon who performed the Thrombectomy with contraindications together with him.

Lin Jiuze knew perfectly well how high the level of Ji Xiang was.

He hesitated slightly and said, "Doctor Ji Xiang, I am older than you; would it be alright if I called you Xiao Ji?"

"Of course."

"Having lived a few years longer, there is something I will say directly."

(End of chapter)