Chapter 638: Stay Out of Ji Xiang's Way in the Future

The worry was only that of Bai Chuzhang, Liu Zhuren, and those who understood medicine and cared about Ji Xiang; the audience's state of mind was just like Ding Laoban's, swept along by the rhythm of the program, moving forward without any thought at all.

Ding Laoban's cheeks were flushed with excitement, his hands were clenched into fists, and there were even tears in his eyes.

Neymar has recovered and can make it to next year's World Cup!

He must win the championship, he must!!

This was the only thought in Ding Laoban's mind.

"Bai Chuzhang, the surgery is fine, right? If Neymar can fully recover, that would be truly great! For so many years, I've just wanted to watch Neymar lead the Brazil Team to win the World Cup."

"How would I know?" Bai Chuzhang was not very interested in football; he shook his head. "Zhao Dali is just an individual case, and Zhao Dali is not even 20 years old. What about Neymar? He's nearly 40; can they be the same?"

As Bai Chuzhang spoke to the essence of the problem, Ding Laoban finally recognized the reality of the situation, like a balloon that had been deflated.

Even if the surgery were successful, Zhao Dali could recover to his peak level or even slightly exceed it. But Neymar is an old veteran of nearly 40; he cannot be compared to Zhao Dali.

Being young is truly wonderful.

However, in a split second, Ding Laoban became happy again.

"Regardless, as long as Neymar can participate in the World Cup, that's enough; this is the last time, after all. I also know that even if he can go, Neymar won't be of much use, so, as long as I can see him appear on the World Cup field, that's fine."

This requirement was not high. Bai Chuzhang smiled slightly, thinking that if the recovery went well, it was still possible for Neymar to manage to appear on the World Cup field.

But as for whether he would be of any use, rational fans and people like Bai Chuzhang would never believe it, no matter what.

……

At Zhao Yuanzhang's home.

Zhao Tianjiao stared blankly at the screen and said disdainfully, "He's such an old veteran, if the surgery isn't successful, Ji Xiang will have excuses. At such an age, why not hurry up and retire? Why cling on and refuse to leave, insisting on participating in the World..."

Before the sentence was finished, the remote control flew over and hit Zhao Tianjiao.

"What are you saying!" Zhao Yuanzhang scolded with a cold face.

Zhao Tianjiao was startled and immediately remembered that his old man was a fan of Neymar.

Back when Zhao Yuanzhang's career had not yet taken off, he had stayed up late many times to watch games; he was a very loyal fan of Neymar.

Damn it, how could he have forgotten this? Zhao Tianjiao sheepishly picked up the remote control.

"Dad, I was wrong." Zhao Tianjiao lowered his head to apologize.

"It's not because of Neymar," Zhao Yuanzhang said very seriously. "You need to be clear about your own goals."

"Goals?"

"Yes, I told you before," Zhao Yuanzhang said very seriously. "Regarding the surgery on that kid named Zhao Dali, I talked to Deng Chaohong the day before yesterday. He said he was just assisting and didn't understand at all what Ji Xiang had done."

!!!

Zhao Tianjiao stared in astonishment.

Not understanding and not knowing how to do it are two completely different concepts.

How could he not understand! Could Ji Xiang be carving flowers on stone, performing some kind of trick on a knee ligament surgery?

"This is a gap in levels. I'm talking about Ji Xiang and Deng Chaohong, not you. You are not yet qualified to be compared with Ji Xiang," Zhao Yuanzhang said with a serious expression.

"Dad, isn't that a bit much?"

"You don't understand." Zhao Yuanzhang shook his head, looked at the commercial playing on the TV, focused slightly, and then said, "Many years ago, when the Orthopedics Department first started arthroscopy, Lao Zhuren had a description for this kind of surgery."

"What did he say?"

"Farting with your pants off."

"Hahaha." Zhao Tianjiao laughed, playing along.

"At that time, whether it was arthroscopy in Orthopedics, thoracoscopy in Thoracic Surgery, or the most commonly used laparoscopy, they all faced this problem," Zhao Yuanzhang explained. "For the same appendectomy, there are many surgical techniques. Look, now they all just make a single incision at the navel to go in and do it, leaving no scars on the body surface after surgery."

"Perhaps you don't understand it when put this way. Let's take small pulmonary nodules in Thoracic Surgery as an example. In the past, small pulmonary nodules required the removal of an entire lung lobe. Many patients, upon hearing they had to remove a lung lobe, chose to continue observation."

"As a result, the observation delayed the treatment of many patients' diseases, and when they returned for follow-ups, they found the tumor had already metastasized."

"Isn't a follow-up every six months okay?" Zhao Tianjiao asked.

"There's a probability. How much better to just go in with a thoracoscope and perform a wedge resection of the lung? The surgery is simple and direct, leaving no future troubles."

"That's true."

"This is the difference in levels," Zhao Yuanzhang said. "Ji Xiang is performing a new surgical technique. Even a professor with rich experience like Deng Chaohong cannot explain the specific principles clearly. Why are you, a little brat, meddling in this?"

Zhao Tianjiao was a bit unconvinced by his father calling him a little brat; his mouth moved, but he didn't speak.

"Don't be unconvinced." Zhao Yuanzhang knew his son too well. He sneered, "In the future, when you see Ji Xiang, either go and build a good relationship with him, or stay out of Ji Xiang's way. Aside from that, any thought you have of trying to compete with him is wrong, and it might even ruin your whole life."

Stay out of Ji Xiang's way.

Zhao Tianjiao clenched his fists, looking unconvinced and resentful.

"I didn't express myself wrongly," Zhao Yuanzhang said. "This is to keep you from causing trouble for yourself. You'll understand when you're older."

"Yes, I understand, Dad."

"Tianjiao, you still don't understand what a surgical technique that even the experts and professors in our hospital can't understand represents," Zhao Yuanzhang pointed at the TV and said seriously. "Neymar has his own medical team. If it were an ordinary surgery, how could he possibly travel thousands of miles to come here?"

Zhao Tianjiao nodded.

"And Ji Xiang had to convince the doctors on Neymar's team before the surgery. Tianjiao, I ask you, what kind of person do you think can get into Neymar's medical team?"

"They must be very brilliant doctors."

"But did you see them?" Zhao Yuanzhang asked, looking at the TV.

They seemed to have appeared; the program's editing showed a few shots of a group of foreign doctors arguing around Ji Xiang.

As for the result, it was obvious that Ji Xiang had won. If Ji Xiang had lost, the subsequent surgery would inevitably not have existed.

Zhao Tianjiao seemed to understand what his old man meant, and he began to ponder it cautiously.

Does he really have to stay out of Ji Xiang's way when he sees him in the future?

Thinking of himself tucking his tail and sneaking around to avoid Ji Xiang, he still felt a bit uncomfortable.

Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Tianjiao saw out of the corner of his eye that his old man had picked up his phone, his face wearing a fawning smile.

What is he trying to do?

"Director Lu, it's me, Zhao Jixiang."

"When are you all coming back?"

"There is a matter, see if it is convenient or not, can you get a signed jersey from Neymar?"

Zhao Tianjiao looked at his own old man and was stunned for a moment.

The old man... was actually shyly asking Lu Gang for a signed jersey!

This damn thing!

Zhao Tianjiao was streaming with tears.

(End of this chapter)